In The Lonely Hours Of Night... Poem by Sreeja Sreedharan

The dry glitter of stars, I see,
The diamonds, strewn in sky's garden,
Broken from the unseen thread,
Like thoughts, that move in my mind.
The moon baths me in its pale light,
The caressing touch, reminiscent-
Of my mother's touch, soothing, warm!
The wind, the cold unfeeling wind,
Blows past me, like-
The world, selfish and cold,
The world around me!
The rustling leaves, in-
The lonely hours of night,
Whisper stories unheard,
Of loss and agonies alone.
The dark night, with world
Covered in ever black shroud,
Sleeps; trial of the final one,
Whence I lay alone, mind awake.
I weigh the right and wrong,
The pain and loss,
Feeling, the pangs of agony,
Clawed in mind, afresh.
Me, the failed soldier,
A ship without mast,
Waits for the bliss of yet faraway sleep,
With hope, hopeless hope,
For the morrow, a bright happy morrow.