She slept, slept her daily wage
For children’s maw a woman slept,
When not, wage and daily bun slept.
In hope that at late last he’d come,
Windows, leaving doors open, slept.
The night, shadowy more than shy,
On spreading her dark omen, slept.
‘I need none whoso in all world’,
My pride, in death all undone, slept.
Dog-tired, enduring my burden,
Me all awake, my divan slept.
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Ghazal |05.12. 2023| sleep
Based on a Gujarati Ghazal by Mitra Rathod.
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