Asleep.
By durlabh
ASLEEP. I fell asleep In middle of the night Or perhaps it was a day Feigning the darkness. There was a beggar At my tapped door Begging for a silver spoon Or perhaps for a pot of gold. A limpid long life Like flow of a river Descending into the dust Perhaps in harassed fever. If I was asleep Who was the other I ? Cajoling, decreeing Perhaps a child with a dagger Or a painted being in swagger. Days come and go But the sun without a race Soulful of its luminosity In a jocund dark space. Written January 12th, 2002 © on Apr 16 2002 02:55 AM PST 0 • 10
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"ASLEEP...."