Sleep Poem by Paramananda Mahanta

Sleep: closest ally of life and death

My dearest I call you so often,
When I am dissecting myself,
In the reconciliatory nights,
And all ifs and buts are shaken,
To find a place in my dream.

You proved me wrong,
As I am waiting you long,
For you never divert your path before,
I wonder where do you corner your eyes upon,
And beating me in all my terms.

Today you are annoyed I think,
Putting your back upon me,
I am debilitating in your absence,
Stressed out my ailing body,
Badly affected files of my subconscious zone.

It is not good I think it's already late night,
And you put me in a turmoil,
You are my old ally with cadence so rich,
Since my body shaped its forms,
Always obeys now makes me dull.

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