why do I feel
that way?
I do not know.
I am drawn towards
such syndrome,
a feeling of despair
amiss and lost.
It is a set pattern
that haunts me
in the night mostly
after two o’ clock.
Lying straight.
face facing the
ceiling, I think
of the wildest of wild,
I sense a sign
of unfulfillment, having
wasted my life doing
nothing worthy.
Tossing over,
burying my head
in the pillow, I
weep silently.
The clock strikes
4, sleep enfolds.
All happens for 2 hours
resolves on is own
Meenas Poems 