Let me sleep
Centuries old deep
And long sleep
Devoid of any dream.
Let me sleep
That girl's sleep
Who has forgotten her eyes
Into mine.
Let me sleep
The sleep of those
In whose eyes
Float clouds and birds
Rivers flow
Yet they remain parched.
Let me sleep
O, deserts surrounding my four sides!
There is an ocean in my heart
Let me sink all my dreams in it
Let me soak my thirsty lips
Let me weep!
Let me sleep!
(Translated by Samina Amjad)
sleep nd u cud rest...sleep s one way of frgettin' day activities...but beware of too much sleeping...nghtmare mght come... nice... naizz
You never hesitate to give yourself away in words. This is the mark of the true poet. May the music never end, Naseer. Beautiful effort. As always, Sandra
This is a beautiful, beautiful poem. It is as precious as the lack of water you write about. It has a flow like water it all of its sublimity. Thank you Naseer. Karin Anderson
This might be me but could this have connotations to suicide? If this sleep is death and the people in the sky could be gohsts of otheres the poet knew. Just my opinion
This is marvellous. It is deep as the empty dream itself. Frank
It is difficult to get such a long sleep when mind is not peaceful. good attempt.
'Let me sleep That girl's sleep Who has forgotten her eyes Into mine'.... the best line in this good poem...the expressions here carry profound image...good work, Naseer...10
Sleep - what a wonderful topic for a poem. Mr. Shakespeare said is so beautifully: 'Sleep that knits up the raveled sleeve of care'. And you too have created a masterpiece from the same subject. Your words flow like a lullaby. I particularly loved: 'There is an ocean in my heart Let me sink all my dreams in it Let me soak my thirsty lips'. Superb poem. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Awake, disturbed by thoughts of wants, restless still wanting, forgive me let me sleep, happy I am now at rest. Yours words again are beautiful, I shall never stop returning to read your poems, they are good for my soul. Bob