Awakened each night,
My thoughts occupy a folder
I'd renamed as - SLEEP
It's hacked by the moon.
The crickets and the overlord.
I can only afford a walk...
Aimlessly in the corridors,
Leading nowhere to the Sun.
I sing 'Mast magan' on loop.
Scooping darkness from heart.
Poetry from the old pillows...
I half-asleep kiss my blue curtain
And everyone says - This is art !
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