Sleepless Night
calm, still, yet barren
the hunting begins
of dreams inside dreams
gets faded away
because I haven’t slept,
Here comes the hunter
knife of loneliness he has
asks me, “Who you are?”
I question myself, “Who am I?”
he laughs, laughs till he cries
I cry, cry till my eye dries,
Now comes the fairy
says, “you’re a cursed soul.”
I ask her
who is not.?
she plays her wand
vanishes, leaving me
with the darkness,
I fear
if I sleep
wake with false hopes
whom to blame?
And here I can’t sleep
the night is still young
I, suspect
a murderer inside me
killer of dreams.

The night is still young….

-Mohan Guragain

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