By Nik Rajput
Some habits don’t stop.
Hiccups do not even reach the throat.
from an age I forgot
I never remember him.
Waking up like an owl
I never sleep.
Now the same path where you passed
Those old streets don’t come.
how much do i waste myself now
Why don’t we die after all?
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