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when things lose
When nights becomes sleepless
When mind becomes thoughtless
When heart becomes emotionless
Nasty nights when fall,
With hardly anybody to call,
O god! Be stars shining
To shine my darkness
Mystery mind when find,
No one to be kind,
O god! Be right route
To concentrate my thoughts
Hasty heart when rise,
With the world which cries,
O god! Be perfect parent
To love me till I die
by:-
Vrushani Thaker
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