In the dead of night, when the world goes to sleep,
When nightly creatures out of hide outs creep,
In a darkest alley meet two midnight marauders-
Two free spirit wanderers, two adventure seekers.
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n their sleepless chase after adventures insane, They allow for a hurricane to diffuse in their veins. In their craze to own and to spin the thrill all out, It is each others hearts that they unknowingly rout. Beautiful poem. Thanks for the sharing of the lovely poem.10 for it. Subhas