the sleep is sleepless <br /> <br />in this hot-sea-shore <br />that’s my only guardian <br />in the form of clouds <br /> <br />for separating myself from the palms of my hands <br />that is my act of ferrying boat eaten by ants <br /> <br />Not for a golden deer my darling for a golden iguana <br />I am now totally dedicated to my pocket-comb <br /> <br />today’s income is very little <br />yet may you note <br />with the match-stick <br />i can rightly be able to reach that rehearsal-room <br /> <br />if you have taken decision <br />to make the rain-water your capital <br />then I have to display more simplicity on my face <br /> <br />the fight would never be finished<br /><br />murari sinha<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lines-more-lunatic-than-the-sun-6/
