Restless Night Poem by Danish Sarfraz

Night to me the mountain height
The dark and heat, the unending fight

Sole boredom and sable hour
The caring-beings are very far

Silent dark and shushed air
The journey towards day seldom fair

I, who only the emperor here
Scare of all dark and fair

The heavy-cross is lighter one
Silence makes the irksome fun

Sleeping those who blessed ones
To earn money, they daily run

I am the merely vigilant soul
Sleepless being craving fall
(Danish Sarfraz)