Sunday Poem By Anjali Denandee, mom

Sunday Poem By Anjali Denandee, mom

Breaks , at mid night

My sleep breaks , at mid night. I watch the aquarium's light. Watch the non sleepers , swimmers . They are not sleeping. Not also , dreamers. I am not also dipping , In my dreams. Just side of me , Here is my winter creams. I message my heels , and face , by these. In my place of car parking , The pet dog , Tomee , He is loudly barking. I hear his , Faithfull calling. But why he is calling ? It is my unknown. The night guard is also whistling , alone. I am looking forward the wall clock , But nothing is seen by my eyes. Because, in this room , now , at deep mid night , Here is no light . Only the sound of the clock s hearing , Takkk......Takkk.......Takkk..... My poems rise , In my hidden mind . They become surprise. Oh ! Why the poetess is sleepless , On this deep mid night !? My eyes are tearing , With my feelings of mind's deepness. My tab is shined, By it's light . And stop my tear. Because, I creat my poem on it , With my every lonely heart beat. I do not know it , That , at this moment , also are you sleepless , Like me ? Dear ! Or in sleep's deepness.