Sleep, Show Me Thine Face Of Death Poem by Aniruddha Pathak

Come to bless me, O Mother of all rest,
Charming princess of bliss— seers be or saints,
Savants or shepherds, paupers and peasants—
Solace to tired souls and a welcome guest,
Come; sway thine magic wand that I forget
All my day-long slumber-stealing sorrows,
That I sleep as if there be no morrows,
Spread thine pleasant wings and touch of velvet.
Easy if thou showeth thine kindly face
To sinners sinful most, the cruellest,
Who, peaceful rest in thine merciful nest,
Pray deny me not thine delightful grace.
Come O sleep that I lose none of my faith,
Let me dwell deep upon thine face of death.
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Sonnets | 21.11.08 |