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Trying To Sleep
I am trying to sleep here; can someone let the world know? Somewhere the pressure cooker whistles, Rises in the night air, the smell of pulao rice. The peddler selling eggs on his final tour, The ringing of his cycle bell and paddle distinctly heard, Elsewhere a cat mews, finding a safe spot to rest, Or mayhap from hunger, I shall know never, Dogs bark at a ragged man pacing fast, His sole hanging slippers chatter away against tar, As he glances at the canines from the corner of his eye. A weak twig falls off the peepal tree nearby, On the asbestos, creating a cracking noise, Unendearing to his ears, the toddler wails, A rickshaw shifts gears, as I shift sides The sound of acceleration arrives at my eardrums, A pillow atop my ears I rest, An attempt feeble in decibel-arrest, I am trying to sleep here; can someone let the world know? I sense the creator is perhaps The conduit in this conspiracy, A gentle wind blows, A pair of unshut windows rattle, A metal latch dangling beats out-of-rhythm, The jamun trees rustle, sounding Like sand falling on tin-sheet, The sound of roaring cheers From a cricket match on TV otherwhere, Triggering the flow of my curse on technology, At the apartment gate, A bunch of teens giggle away, To a cunning joke or a murder mystery, I wonder in utter dismay. A medley of noises, of all kinds and creed, Can someone let the world know, I am desperately trying to sleep.
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