Poetry

1. GOD PLEASE BLESS ME WITH SLEEP
The power in my legs was gradually diminishing; the toes of my foot were chafed and
red at their edges,
The chords of my throat were dreadfully hoarse; the saliva had almost dried up in my
mouth,
The sockets beneath my eyes were puffed and as black as coal; with the eyeball
appearing as if soaked in blood,
The fingers of my palm were leaning heavily towards the ground; unable to rise an
inch despite my most resilient of attempts,
The food in my stomach had slept hours ago; and sensations of hunger had
disappeared into thin oblivion,
The blood in my veins flowed slower than the lazy tortoise; my heart beat couldn't be
heard even through the most intricate of machine,
The mosquitoes hovering around my ears were having a merry time; as I felt too
nimble to order them to go,
The flames of fire leaping up my body were stupefied; as I didn’t move the slightest;
try as hard as they could to increase their fury,
The hollow of my arms had refrained to form sweat; as the perfume bottles on the
mantelpiece staring longingly at me to be used,
The pile of electricity bills kept augmenting; as I had neither the capacity to read
them; nor the power to shut the switches at whisker lengths from my palms,
The flesh of my body remained as limp as wax; even when poked by burning needles,
The alphabets embossed in bold fonts on the walls; appeared as if engulfed by a
pool of sea water,
The words emanating from my young and robust mouth; sounded as incoherent as
the ghost's speech,
The clothes encompassing my persona fomented people to laugh; as I wasn’t even
aware that I had worn my pant in the area reserved for my office shirt,
The time in my watch seemed to be well past midnight; although the day had just
crept up from the sky,

2. The lights on the street seemed dim and fading; as I inadvertently crashed my scooter
against decaying heaps of garbage,
The figure of my wife appeared to be double; as I started having nightmares of
handling two instead of one,
The people sitting around me had started to get tremendously bored; as I yawned
thunderously each time I felt provoked to speak,
The lids of my eye incorrigibly fell down; each time I gathered a battalion of
attendants to pull them up,
And before I fell on the ground never to rise again;
GOD PUT ME TO REST, GOD PLEASE BLESS ME WITH SLEEP