Winter nights make my thoughts
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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