Sunday, December 1, 2013

Sleep came silently

Sleep came silently
Amongst the hubbub of the place
And the man slept indifferently
To the harshness of his bed

As the world moved around him
And the cold wind wrapped its blanket
He slept nonchalantly
To everything else

Without a hint of luxury
Without the lament of poverty
The sleep came and he slept
Just a like a death

But unlike death He’ll wake up
To his piercing reality, sometime
And his stomach will speak in a language
Which only a stomach can understand

Till then he sleeps
Indifferent to everything else
Even if he had a dream
His dream will be realized in this harsh bed

© Tarun Mitra


Abhra Pal said...

Beautiful poem. This is the first time I am visiting your blog and liked it. Just one suggestion - the image background on post is making it a little difficult to read.

Tarun Mitra said...

@Abhra Pal...Thanks for your visit and encouragement...I agree, but still to find a good background..