Midnight Minutes
O Night!how I miss your silent and peaceful precious time.
Easing heavy and inconsolable tiresome thoughts.
Where have all the skills of life vanished?
Only trails of vague shadow exists,
Then as mist does it leave.
Busy as it seems around.
But does honesty exist where you spend your day?
Rectifying something already done;
No genuine process in progress.
Someday one has to call it a day.
Recline to start all over anew again.
To live as God desires.
Copyright © Moba Wenkhang | Year Posted 2022
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