Insomnia
even the ticking of clock
is hardly audible
in that rumbling that
filled the sleepless night
there aren't any shadows
or ghosts let loose
except the beat of heart
and the breath beside
it's a silence difficult to swallow
i sit like a monument
the outline of body
absorbed by the darkness
...and then
i hear the crows ca...ca...ing
and then
i hear prayers
from the distant mosque
in spite of closed
doors and windows...
26jul2010
04.40hrs
poem by Indira Babbellapati
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