INSOMNIA

 

RISHI K. AGARWAL

 

there is a pleasure

in the agony of a restless night.

two living stones

rolling down the heap of waste

over the dead and fallen leaves.

trying to settle

yet,

restive to go beyond

to watch the flaccid leaves.

leaves, destined to live

only to grow pale, brown and lifeless.

two stones, dead

lost somewhere among the leaves

pleasure, agony

stones, leaves

at rest, at last.

 

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