Sleep As It Comes
Eternal Sleep of mine
Wish could come at a better time
The work still unknown
but sleep seems grown
The bitter pillar that I consumed
but truth still doomed
Perfect path I took
I was on tenter hook
Though the hopes were high
for the fog still loomed
The hoary glasses
look is unknown
I rub my eyes
Could I see the sky
But the moon seems unknown
Copyright © Nitish Mittal | Year Posted 2018
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