longer
without solutions to my pain
dreams have
opted out abandoning
my world
infested body and mind
I lay numb
on the bed of my facts
my children
tell me grandma tales
try to make
me sleep a few hours
but they
sleep around me making it
hard for me
to take them to bed.
He knows
where is the shore
or the
shoreless seas of his dreams
I wait like
Penelope, my spinning
has stopped,
my fingers are frozen
I don't know
whether the suitors are
still
waiting to glimpse my pristine beauty.
What will
make me sleep, poison
potions or
his return with gifts
of exotic
pearls for my hair
an
advertisement for new elixirs
my youthful head in memory swings
dethrones me momentarily
If I was she, who am I now
still waiting for sleep wearing
his gifts in his arms!
Sabita Sahu
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