TO SLEEP
M. B. Thakur
Sorry, dear sleep, did I disturb thee?
Some frolicking fancies frequent me.
Salutary delight bequeathed by you,
Stifled so soon, Alas. What can I do?
Night has nightmares to scare away you,
Day has day dreams to decoy me too,
Aloof in agony when pleasures parted you
Elbowed and estranged what could you do ?
Feel offended? Well, fiercely fie me on,
Forgive me first, forget then just anon,
On doom’s day, you’d have a mighty say,
What shall we do together, wouldn’t you say?