Candles put off and blankets drawn,
Blew a goodbye kiss to the moon.
Then crickets rise upon the lawn,
Say, "Good luck sleeping, you loon!"
The mockery's true I must admit,
Sleep seems to seek divorce;
For we meet through the day in pocket-sized bits.
At night she changes course.
I rustle awake with my lover,
The ever mysterious Night;
Whose soothing embrace and lullabies
Obliviate my spite.
But as thorns accompany roses,
With lovers comes remorse;
After endless caresses there's always
A reservoir of inner wars.
Oh Night, you give me peace sometimes
And at others, distress;
For you have quiet and I have qualms
For both of us to address.
In your pure essence you satisfy
This hedonic mind of mine;
I cannot ask of you the same pleasures
Toward which Sleep inclines.
I truly appreciate your company
And the pleasant times we've spent.
But now I must take your due leave,
For sleep is the one for me meant.
Our relationship at the moment
May appear quite strained.
But I'm willing to work on my flaws-
Oh save me Sleep, I'm drained!
- Chinmayee Kulkarni
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