Tuesday, 1 April 2014

The Dream of Sleep

The heavy heat of the noon
That dulls but doesn’t allow ease
Is borne only in the hope that soon
Evening will visit with breezy gifts
But when that doesn’t happen, when there’s still no respite
Wait for dreamless sleep to put its gentle hand across you,  just as you   like.

First published in Torrid Literature Journal, 1 April 2014.


4 comments:

lazybone said...
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probe said...

What i meant to ask was - Is there no middle ground, between hope and waiting?

ankita said...

Reconciliation to what is?

probe said...

Will settle for the hope of breezy gifts :)

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