The lull sky of dismay etched across
The fruitless orchard of mulling notions
Bereft of thought; transfixed in slumber
Ridden eyes, facing an uncanny breeze
Into the whirlpool of strange consequences
He was inept in telling her
What was there in the air
He mumbled listlessly to
Reluctantly point at the veiled
Consternations
He did not sleep
He couldn’t sleep
He knew why he
Couldn’t
Oh! He knew it well
On moonless nights
All he did was lie
By the weeping lake
Gazing at the raven
Sky, till dawn decided
To interfere
He knew sleep would
Lure him one day
One day for sure
With or without her
And in hope of the
Former, he kept staring
At the sky
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