mind wanders to
seen and unseen lands,
aching bone dissuades my
dreams to incomplete
texts of irrelevance.
Why do nights come ,
when the bright sun
caresses the dew,
night suddenly creeps into mind
laughter ceases in acrid silence
burning my soul in apathy,
my world recedes into
paradigmatic oblivion.
I try to gather myself
sweep away the litter of the past
the pricking pins of present,
but images recur and often
I fail to wipe off the slate as
the moving finger uncleans it again.
I pray take away the day
make my world the reign of night
at least give me my moon and
stars
if night I deserve
I deserve my share of joy too
without aching bones
and nagging memories.
Sabita Sahu
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