It
Walks over the dry land,
where there’s not a single hand.
It lays down there
where there’s no one anywhere.
Under the moon lit night
behind whom darkness hides.
It roams all around
until in the dark someone is found.
With a mysterious face it laughs
& recognising it becomes very tough.
No one ever knew it
’cause it has a tremendous wit.
Hides behind everything,
until & unless the morning alarm rings.
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