To The Insomniac Poem by Sathya Narayana

To The Insomniac



What sin the nights did you;
them all you call profane!
Don't let the inner gloom besmear the nights;
lest make those pleasant hours
all new horrors to sprout.

Wednesday, September 17, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: Insomnia
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Sathya Narayana

Sathya Narayana

Nellore, Andhra Pradesh
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