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 hold it tightly, to shut off
the howls and moans of children victimized.
Sleep when finally obliges , nightmares invade
and of the quintessential sleep I am deprived.
Woken up by sweat and shivers, I toss it away
And ask myself ,do I deserve this sleep ?
So I sit down with paper and pen and weave a romantic dream.
For now I have learnt to rejuvenate and find respite
In characters of love whom I define.