When I was a toddler
It came to me with ease.
Later it was aligned and timed
To meet home works assigned.
And as youth crept in
for overworked muscles it became, a boon
Yet frivolous youth wasted it to croon
And now when worldly chores
Do not worry me anymore
Sleep I find in a distant shore.
Yet I earnestly approach it , to take refuge
From the shrieks and cries
Which inundates the mind
Of thousand bleeding bodies
In clashes of identity , left behind.
Zealously, I attempt to sleep, to shut off
the howls and moans of children in grief.
But even there the ghosts of annihilation in their bloody attires invade
and of the quintessential sleep I am deprived.
Waking up to a ghastly reality, I bid farewell to sleep
Asking myself ,do I deserve to sleep ?
So I sit down with paper and pen and build a romantic dream.
For now I have learnt to rejuvenate and find respite
In characters of love whom I define.
