I am going to bed without you,
But with your thoughts!
Not only this night
Also all past nights,
Your thoughts are occupying the
Span of total mind.
So, I forgotten
How to start sleeping.
The sleepless nights
Makes journey towards dawn
But I am afraid,
Whether the dawn is going to be
Really dawn or again night.
Every night, I use to think -
Why I need this expensive double bed?
One side me
Other side some pillows,
Unfolded cloths and unread books.
Still it is running inside me
The word you said at last -
‘There is nothing to do with you’.
I really do not know, what you mean.
I must say here one thing, that,
The whole night mind is burning without you.
And,
I have nothing to do with these pillows.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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