Labeeb Ibrahim

An Insomniac Activist Is Born

From the loud silences,
My heart could hear cries,
My soul felt the disturbances,
My sleep was uneven,
I started to walk, half asleep,
To the direction where I heard the scream,
I was wrong in every choice,
The screams came from everywhere.
I knew something is right,
And that was me,
So were I destined to feel the pain,
In those unaddressed cries.
I knew I had to do more,
So, with my pen sat I,
At the very table I played caroms,
At the middle of the cold night,
Abandoning my sleep,
Thinking hard and deep,
With drops of sweat on my forehead,
Flowing down to my lips,
And flavoring my thoughts,
All my thoughts were human,
All my wishes were, for the humanity,
All my dreams were for good,
And I wrote, An insomniac activist is born! ! !

Submitted: Thursday, November 14, 2013

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