The Hangover

My cold feet walk up to the balcony in the dead of night.
I smell, solitude misunderstood as freedom.
The mind is not drunk but is still going through the
hangover.
Eyes can see the stars above
and hear a demoniac laugh
As the harsh wind blows on my face, I am awaken.

Awaken
by a realization.
Its dawn.
A sparrow flies by.
“A star hidden in abundance of light, you are.
Don’t you forget the power of your starlight.
Because,
When you’ll fall and break,
they’ll make wishes.
But nobody would wish for you” it says.

~ Sahil Lakhmani

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