Bedtime Blues
K. Radhakumar *
From sunrise to sundown
The river flows...
Like the conscience of a prostitute
I feel like crying with restlessness at night.
The loud ticking of the clock
Echo in the empty room
And I hear myself asking
'Do birds sing this morning?'
My bed suffers from chronic insomnia
And I always find it difficult to sleep.
When the lonely moon
My companion of the long, long night
Appears in the sky
I do realize with a shock
It's been a long day.
A stab of loss overwhelms me.
Where is my home?
Where is my love?
The night is still young.
Perhaps, I am getting old
For memory is sweet.
Why is the morning coming to me at night?
Do I read too much into what
The morning sang?
Do I read too much into what
My fellow workers did at the workplace?
At night I hear myself asking
'Do birds sing this morning?'
Perhaps, I am getting old
Filled with an insecure feeling
A hangover from my childhood.
The river flows to the sea -
An end in itself?
* Poem written by K. Radhakumar which was published at The Sangai Express
This poem was webcasted on March 31, 2019.
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