My Sleepless Nights

now, don't you conclude my sleepless nights are a cover for my longing for you yes, i do spend sleepless nights over an infant dead over an old man struggling to gather his breath over a mother looking for the children to return home... yes, i do fidget on my restless bed when i chance upon a forlorn lady standing sorrowful at the door step awaiting a lover who would never return yes, my pillow absorbs the tears of a pining child dragged away by a helpless mother from a balloon seller yes, many a morning my wakeful eyes puffed and blood-shot look around for the warm clasp of your stretched out hand... now, who said i spend sleepless nights only for you? but let me not confess that in all my sleepless nights fragments of you lie entangling even my heart...!