Before The Dawn Poem by M Mostaqul Haque

Night fades I should awake
Ears don’t hear me
It is sleep and sleep
Becomes deep and deep
Just before the dawn.

As driven by the dream
Colourful touch soft like cream
I am hesitant to open the eyes
When some body calls
The memory lulls
I can’t answer clearly
In the voice clearly loud.

I imagine and forget
I remember and regret
Drowned in imagination
Decision does not come straight.

Since the brain is burdened
With hurts and traumas
As inspiration vogue and void
Really sleep becomes deeper
Just before the dawn.

See, there comes light
I must wake now
For morning walk right.
03 7 May 1977