Sk Owashif Ahamed
"Whispers of the Night"
Along the road where shadows creep,
I walk alone while others sleep.
The moon, a lantern cold and high,
Watches me with a silver eye.
The trees all whisper darkened tales,
And fear rides in on midnight gales.
Yet in my chest, a spark is born—
A thrill, a joy, a soul reborn.
Each step is stitched with silent dread,
Yet stars above light paths ahead.
Though night may chill and winds may moan,
I find strange peace in being alone.
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