Sleep Poem by Supriya Choudary

A late and unavoidable night out,

A long telephone call to bail out,

Continuous messages to a dear one to sweep out,

Chatting with an online stranger to freak out.

Here above many a feature,

Impediments for being a diurnal creature.



In class rooms a boring lecture,

A broken arm or a minor fracture,

The quite oft-repeated official’ banter,

All these things do matter.

Incidents and instances never to be recalled,

The causes of sleep uncalled.



A dark cloud on the mind,

A hazy vision in the eye,

An uncontrollable urge in the body,

A vague spirit of composure,

Burdened with promises to keep,

Symptoms of unceremonious sleep.



A proper sleep – a blessing to few,

To many others a rarity as dew.

To some sleep is a therapy for beauty,

To others after death, an agent to eternity.