"Wanderer of Nights"/ Gurpreet Kaur

~ Words out of my Diary ~

" I'm a wanderer of Nights.

Visit several places daily.

Meet many new faces;

Mostly blurred like my vision,

It's in my hands where to go if

I'm aware.

I don't know about the landing place,

But I'm sure, it do exist.

That's enough to keep me moving.

It seems I'm bound to tread

Those never visited lanes.

Sometimes It's very dark ahead,

But still move on & on.

Sometimes it's like flying,

& Sometimes feel like restrained legs.

I don't know from whom I was running from;

But I ran & hid several times.

Just within the confined space of my room,

I wander till the sunrise,

& wake up tired of night."

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