As a child,I talked in sleep about my dolls,
Cadbury houses,nursery books and what not,
Why did Lara figit with my colourful balls,
Scream at my friend who snatched my pot.
Talking in sleep is a common factor,
I yell in sleep targeting those stronger than me,
To my family members,at times I seem to be an actor,
Mind swirls around the dream that wants to be free.
I saw a movie late night and slept,
In sleep I happen to meet the protagonist,
Happiness knew no bounds,on my bed I leapt,
Rejoiced and told about it to my panellist.
This went on till Mom shook me on my bed,
Still I coudnt break off my sleep,
Mom in tension went all over red,
In senses,all vanished and I saw her stress drip.
P.S Quatrain of rhyme scheme abab.
Contest:Talking in your sleep.
Copyright © Rizwana Bhurani | Year Posted 2017
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