Through these lonely nights, Unfinished words, O my friend, my heart’s companion, On my knees, I weep like a soul in despair. O best beloved, I stand through a thick pall of darkness, As you travel on. The thoughts of you and me, a forgotten wish. Nothi

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Nitesh Mishra

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