Night seemed endless
She lay clueless
Staring at the problems listless
That is why they ask us to count the sheep. Counting the problems instead of staring at them and appropriating them as ours would be a better solution, I think. A thought-provoking write, Valsa-ji.
A wonderful three liner. Problems are so many but solutions are at least thrice in number.
In three short lines all the graveness of insomnia, a lovely three-liner
A precise and clever write on insomnia. A type of sleep disorder that many of us could relate to and causes devastating effects on our health. This poem resonates with me. Superbly penned with great rhyme.
i'd suggest a comma after problems. but, hey, it is just bri thinking out loud! :) a lovely bit of verse, about a nasty little curse: problems! so, now V's returned to India in a flash, and she's about to make a huge splash... at a Welcome Home To You, Valsa bash... 'cause she's going to pass out loads of cash. save some for me! bri :)
Thank you for including this in your poem list! It is not yet time to make a big splash..... My hands are tired! Let me rest for some more time! Thank you so much Bri for your thoughtfulness and beautiful lines! :)
endless problems causing sleeplessness aptly presented by u..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Endless nights are familiar to me. Thanks for sharing, Valsa Peace