Sleepless Nights Are A Writer's Boon Poem by Ahmed Nisar

Neither are mornings nor any noon
Sleepless nights are a writer's boon
Why do you float on a chaos's boat
O dear writer get well soon

You bear even in delicate dreams
deadly scary human screams
Hold out olive branch for friends and foes
Even in flowing and jerking streams

Who will get these ghosts and scare
Tiresome eyes do bear nightmare
Burden of the wholesome mankind oh
Dazzling token of the human care

Love for sailing against the tide
Whirlpool whirling make you pride
Living under the hanging swords
Oh ‘Nisar' Enjoy crazy ride