Forsaken

'sleep was my first love' and it meant a lot to me it waited me so patiently every time I walked out of the lobby when hundred moons wiggled on my palms and billion of stars carol to my eyes Sleep walked with the thin clouds Touched me, caressed softly my mind From the nights I made him wait till dawn, I took him for granted and he lost his patience He escaped from the night’s wing And bloomed to sun’s ranching over the continents O how I miss his kiss when night fall tease My bed is empty without sleep Cold nights are broken, silence forsaken my world Without my first love……….. sleep Inspired by the poem: SLEEP – Ratnakar Rout