' Where ever I lay my head, <br /> It becomes my home, ' <br /> I had once said! <br /> The soft pillow of my bed <br /> Beckons me invitingly, at the end of <br /> day! <br /> Yet sweet sleep eludes me! <br /> Spiked thoughts emerge <br /> From the depths of the unconscious <br /> mind, - <br /> To torture and torment! <br /> As I lie sprawled on my spiked bed, <br /> Like some old hermit in penance! <br /> Racing thoughts of promises not kept, <br /> Duties not performed, <br /> Love unrequited, <br /> Faces of those I could not come to love, <br /> With hours pass by; as the ticking <br /> of the clock grows louder still! <br /> ..................................................... <br /> Some time during the early hours of <br /> the morning, <br /> Before the cock crows to usher in the <br /> the new day, <br /> I finally dose off, sinking gradually <br /> Into the bottomless depths of eternal <br /> sleep! <br /> For here I have laid my head, <br /> And made it my final home at the end <br /> of my day!<br /><br />RAJ NANDY<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/home-coming-4/
