I see the gig lamps shine,
On my way back home at nine
From the backseat of a car,
Outshining the blurry star
I rest in unrest,
Unable to move.
Unable to write,
About the struggles of my weary mind
But the gig lamps shine.
About the Creator
M Pervez
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