aniruddha raich

Rookie (14-09-1974 / nagpur, india)

Where's The Sleep-Seller? - Poem by aniruddha raich

Knock, knock...
Sounded the door
Waking me out of my
Dear two-hour sleep,
A portion of the six hours
I have everyday in three
hectic breaks.
At the door was a diminutive,
Fair young man with a
Twitched nose and
Speech foreign to me.
Trying to make a living by
Trying to sell something
I did not need.
I needed some sleep,
He did not have it.
Only if he could make
A living selling sleep.


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, April 8, 2006



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