Sreeja Sreedharan


Sleep - Poem by Sreeja Sreedharan

Night, with its sweet melody, silence,
Invites me to be a part of the song.
Breeze, with its hands, cold and soft,
Touches me, caressing me, humming a lullaby in my ears.
Sleep, takes me into her bosom, rocking to and fro,
Filling my eyes with dreams, bright and pleasant.
I find myself waltzing with sleep,
Stepping in and stepping out of reverie of dreams.
Yet, I wait for the first rays of sun,
To be on my way home.
Because by night I toil, and by day I sleep,
To move on with life, to move on and on.


Comments about Sleep by Sreeja Sreedharan

  • Rookie Rinzu Susan Rajan (10/20/2008 3:04:00 AM)

    WOW... BFUL USGE OF WORDS...

    AFTER A TIRING DAY READING POEMS LIKE URS GIVE ME THE PERFECT SLEEP...

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  • Rookie Madhu Madhan Dharmarajan (6/18/2007 11:01:00 PM)

    The irony is too strong throughout.
    'Yet, I wait for the first rays of sun' - truly puzzling. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, June 12, 2007

Poem Edited: Thursday, March 10, 2011


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