The Drunk Maid
It was well past midnight and the world was past asleep,
Although lying in my bed, I couldn’t sleep,
I lay gazing at the memories piled to the roof, high and steep,
My gaze scattered and the silence shattered,
When the dead of the night trembled,
By a shrieking noise which came hurtling, off the empty street!
I reached the window to look into the night, and the lonely, empty street,
With my drowsy eyes, and through the hazy window sheets,
Saw a drunk maid in the dead of the desolate night,
Lost and wandering in the middle of the forlorn street,
Screaming at the top of her choked lungs,
With thorny roots of grief wound tightly, around her bruised feet!
I said to myself, Oh lady! why are you so upset?
Just listen to what I say, it’s for your best,
Tears in your eyes will never heal the tears in your life,
Things in your life may not turn around, to cheer and greet,
Even after you turn around the corner of the street!
I took my gaze off the maid, and off the street,
And slipped back into my bed, to pursue my elusive sleep,
But I was left staring at the memories piled to the roof, high and steep,
Asked myself, whether, wondering would ever create wonders in life..??
But only silence triumphed and prevailed in the dead of the night..!
When I lay cold and frozen in the freezing bed sheets,
With grief clutching tightly, around my bloody, bruised, shackled feet!!
(2012)
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