M.D Dinesh Nair
Sleep, His Brother And Me... - Poem by M.D Dinesh Nair
I would like to sleep a lot
But 'sleep is the brother of death', Oscar Wild said
And what shall I do?
When I close my eyes to sleep
I hear a buzzing sound from no direction
And sleep plays hide and seek with me.
When the game ends with my win at the end
I enter the chambers of slumber and stars begin to fade
And my dreams have no time to flash on the mind.
What is a beautiful dream? How to see it?
I ask a youngster and he looks skeptical
As he has mistaken me to have seen many dreams!
When the birds begin to leave their nestles
I too wake up to the realities of a day`s hunt
And I see the burning sun smiling at me.
I know one day the brother of sleep will embrace me
And the hide and seek will not precede it
By then my dreams will have been dead for ever.
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