Sighting The Sleep Poem by Aadil Hingorjo

I'm stern
Rude, undone at times.
I do not dream
I design it
I let myself flow on
I like her voice
I fall for her eyes
I gracefully hypnotize
Love becomes my way
Surroundings rush on
I analyze the politics
I interpret administration
All I observe keenly
Perhaps that's where I fall
That I'm too much in all
I skip the assignments
I avoid people
I do it deliberately
People don't drink
The drops of reality
I return to my room
Rewatch the same show
The same dirt dominates me
Unprincipled politics
Messily I sleep
It rarely turns me on
Sleep soothes me
Her bosom immerses me
But not in time
Sleep seldom owns me...