Sunday, 15 August 2021

Vandana Sharma, Poetry 2021 Magazine

Insomnia’s Heaven

As the night blankets the world,

and stars sing a lullaby,

insomnia’s heaven rises just right.

The world is quiet,

its silence- an elixir,

for the hungry spirits,

lost in the day light.

Night’s stillness,

a refuge,

for the countless thoughts,

scattered away like pearls,

night sews them into the sky’s veil,

and lets them fly to infinite heights,

where insomnia’s heaven rises just right.

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