Some nights I forget my way to the home
home? where is that? which side of the road?
I keep straying away empty streets I roam!
Where is the bloody moon? I shout
the moon is gone but the stars are out
stars, please, handhold me and guide
tell me my home is on which side!
Am I awake or a pawn in a game?
why every house looks the same?
my steps fall on some window light patch
I must go back must start from scratch!
window? ah, is there one with a face?
so I can say it's my address
hey stars, be this seeker's guide
lead me to my home, take me to her side!
may be a door for me kept ajar
two eyes are staring one guiding star
one heart that knows the night is not out
two ears keenly waiting for a shout
catch me from falling put me on bed
despair seizing yet hands on my head
moon is bloody stars gone to fetch morn
I don't see her tears her nights forlorn!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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A very poignant portryal of the mental delirium experienced by a drunkard! I visualize a man tottering this side and that side of the street with unsteady steps! Pictorial description! !