Sunday, February 26, 2012

Silent Nights


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Silent nights with nothing to do
And some sleepless solitude
A voice within wakes up and cries
Ony to ask “Is this for you?”
All we do is say 
“Let me sleep, there is all day”
While we forget all battles of life
Are left unfought and therefore lost
For we think they are all
Silent nights with nothing to do

-R-

2 comments:

Saru Singhal said...

I loved the ending of the poem a lot...

Raksha Bhat said...

@Saru: Thank you Saru:)