Between the midnight and the morning breeze,

I lost my sleep to the terror of dreams.

The crying me, got no reasons to weep,

The insomniac self has got nobody to speak.

Fear of loss of the dear ones,

Or for the loved one not being near

Why in the middle of the night?

Why at such hours?

When I still have many dreams to weave,

Where is my dozing power?


A writer, local guide, fitness freak, environmental enthusiast, a social worker....
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