Unrest

A sleepless night
Is not delight.
To see a morning bright
Tiredly awakening
To the irritant song, hear sing,
A bird I chased takes wing.

I arise,
I stop.
I stare and listen
To a word whisper,
Silent , almost from a throat of wind,
Compassion to my soul
Awake from sleep
In normal human existence,

I am singled out.
A separation of that social mood
To my freedom,
Adds inexhaustible weight
To my life and it’s watering.
I must arise .



Poetry by vidura rambachan
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Written on 2023-09-13 at 09:46

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