Wide Awake

I tried to get sound sleep, again.

This time, the dead woods stood with a leaf blower on my roof.
And that neighbour still won’t muzzle.

It troubled my thoughts.
That keep me restless.

Wondering, if I will ever find peace with my mind.
I lay my head upon a weeping tree to be one with the earthly leaves.


©The Honest Fabler- Pooja Mukherjee
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