Sleep Well Poem by VaishakSeetharam Dattani

Sleep well!

Steep of a hill, say that she is so in thrill,
View in midst of dew, friends she had very few,
No connectivity to watch or talk, her phone could be only taken for a walk,
She was a solo traveller, and so was she a hollow freelancer.

She was a poetry, in that hill she drew onpottery,
She wrote on rock and stone, wore a frock not keeping in mind ever any throne,
Fire wood that lit her igloo, her talks that made the flowers there bloom,
She was a shining star, behind her Life had so many invisible scars.

Sleep she hate, because it was written so in her fate,
Awake and sitting by the lake, someone who was never fake,
Her life she loved and lived with all her heart, nothing to give or take,
She grazed goats and sheeps, knowing her future day and night the village did weep.

She could let the blind know the colour, nature was her lover,
She had a choice, to live or to die- closing her eyes and lowering her voice,
She chose to Sleep, she chose her life to be beyond the known,
The neighbor and the fauna there, they did not stop her so did her heart stop the beat.

I so know this girl, I so very well know who she was,
She was a Life to the dead and she was a hope to my slope,
She was gone forever when I did climb the hill, At her grave I only could stand still,
And there i did light candles, from then all of them weeps everytime when lit.

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