Even the sun take some hours to appear for the next time,
And, I was there for you whenever you felt sad and was not fine.
The rose was the thing I gave you,
The thorns were something you search, saw and chose.
Unaware thorns are always with rose?
Gone are the days I used to sleep taking your name,
Now, I'm gonna hate you even if you appear in my dream.

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