Sleepless Nights Poem by DASHARATH NAIK

my sleepless nights
knock on my door
to remind me of my passions
my long cherished dreams
reared but not materialized
for reasons best known to them.

my courtyard looks
vacant but vibrant
with tender leafy hopes
mounting on my fiery feelings
ignored someday for somebody
close to my only honest heart.

my emotions now visit
to disturb my mind
undisturbed by undue pressures
tormenting my tenderness
paralyzed by the winsome wind
howling like a hyena in hunger.

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