A sleepless night is my poem about what I have been experiencing every night. This is for all those insomniac thinkers out there 🙂
The Sky attired the black dress,
stitched with shiny diamond stars.
Eyes failed to cover like a torn curtain,
lost in thoughts of a future uncertain.
Wet with the tears, Eyes couldn’t quench
the thirst of a deserted mind.
Restless mind whispered to the body –
“Future is the sky without shiny stars”.
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