Friday, July 20, 2012


When sleep eludes the eyes,
dream spreads its wings in the night
and flows out from the shore
in dark ooze,
where it makes its bed,
a nook, in the shade,
like maxims copied out in a book-
And upon the shore where You wait,
it quietly swims, sweeping away the tedium’s calm,
to reach out to your depths, your bay, your quiet creek...

© Nazia Mallick

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