THE SLEEP THAT DOES NOT COME

When sleep does not come
The memory vexes
And pines all through the night
The silent ooh echos the valley
All across  the lonely life
The melody that reverberates
In serenity soothes the heart
That got lacerated and burnt
To ashes and cinders  
Again the resurrected  heart 
The solitude singing 
The song of suffering
On the failure of arrival of the sleep
The bonafide  passenger waits for her
But she is always late
Like a train on schedule time
By some certain days
When the train comes 
Some thousands unauthorized passengers
Board the train and the train slithers 
My station is some ten nights away
And if she gets late it is a fortnight
But who to be blamed
And why to harbor grudge 
Against that damsel nymph
A rule has been enacted by the nature
That the real lover will be left in the lurch
Her arrival resounds the realm of the night 
While I watch her walking into the lane
and puffing at a cigarette 
Turning ashes with the ever burning life
That goes on an endless journey to the grave
I am happy with all those sleepless nights 
Of the sleep of the shinning sin 
But files to carry before I sleep
Before I sleep and before I sleep
S.P.SINGH
DAV