I panic when droop my eyes to sleep each night
If I should ne'r wake up to see next morning;
Yet desperate to escape from shaming light,
I do fight back to sleep no fear of dying.
So what if I did die my being asleep
Ere I return to deathly wakefulness?
Why live in glares with painful lasting grief?
Better is to lie in comforting darkness -
Forever like the numberless who've died
Or die each day without being glorified souls.
What if some live love, care, riches endowed?
All shall be laid deep in darken'd grave holes...
But hands of hope wake me up ere the dawn
To win through frustrating light of the sun.
- N. P. SAMAL
Awesome poem sir ....
ReplyDeleteAmazing Sonnet sir ..
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