A sleepless search
-Hasna Huzair
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Flowers sleep,
At days when the breeze avoids brushing them.
Days sleep,
At nights when the sun eludes seeing them.
Nights sleep,
As the moon forgets to visit them.
Moon sleeps,
As the dark clouds obscure its sight.
Clouds sleep,
When the rain gets trapped in them.
Rain sleeps,
While the earth melts in its terrible drought.
Earth sleeps,
As men refuse to rise above it thriving.
Men sleep,
At minutes when no worries damp them.
Minutes sleep,
Whilst the busy awaits something to happen.
But I alone wait in despair,
Till my precious sleep does spare.
Travelling through the cascading thoughts,
Searching for the long lost boats.
As the sleepless river surging knocks,
Gushing ferociously amidst hard rocks.
Bear all the pain in world does my soul,
A destituted body seeking its fall.
I set off in quest of the truth,
Determined to find a fruitful destiny for both
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