My Pillow Poem by Mohd Arshad

We forget small things.
Ignorance. No word.
It's our habit to split hairs
Of those objects
Which provide us
Only time for gossip.

Where are other things
Of much importance,
Though by size little,
By nature, by name
Very common?

Amongst us they breathe
We hug them, still no praise

Our heavy heads
Get lighter on pillows
That bear weight
Of our tensions
Easily and calmly

I don't miss the moment
To kiss my pillow
As I hit the hay

I know it gives me comfort
Everyone desires of