Awake Midnight Poem by PARTHA SARATHI PAUL

get more alive
at the dead of night
with fairy playmates
of sweet dreams;
often in mute hours
the secret selves muse...
the CCTV footage in open mind
counts the steps and strides
the day has taken all day.
the lonely chamber gets resonate
with the set free wild cries.
the stout yet soft bolster
witnesses all the tranquilizer tears!
discover my motherland
in the isolated island
far off my known birth place.