The Fugitive

A lonely street I see, in front of me

Full of people’s dreams floating in the air

It makes me wonder, “Where is my sleep?”

This night is passing away,

 And the dawn is near

I try to listen to the sound of tip toe

Somewhere I know I’ll find it if I follow

But it seems all I hear, is my panting breath

And even my heart beats have gone low

Where are you my slippery sleep?

What have you slipped into? Where did you go?

To my left and right, I toss and toss

My now straight legs I then again cross

In my mind I still wander here and there

This consciousness, now my mind cannot bear

Someone tell me where are my dreams, where?

Can’t you see my helplessness now bare…?

I’m on the verge of giving up now

The sun is rising  and  the sky has allowed

The birds to fly towards the horizon

And as I see the scene outside my window so mesmerizing

“Forget it..!!”, I say, springing out of my bed

Why should I mourn over my sleep which has fled…?

A rusty book I see, in front of me

Full of hazy words floating in there

It makes me wonder, “where is my sleep?..!!”

The book from my hands is slipping away

.........And my sleep is finally near……! 

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