PLEASE TELL HIM

PLEASE TELL HIM

Light glids down from the yellowish horizon

Traverses his face.  His eyes now awaken

From a vision which he knows only

Glints as if to say the night was to short

While the dreams are still many.

Hastening  out from his warm, cosy bed

Thinnest needle of clock he wants to outpace

For awaiting is a crowd with similar mundane vows

On the same run and he has to outrace

Them all with his firm, swift steps.

Somebody please tell him before the sun sinks down

It was with himself all the time what he has not yet found

Please tell him they are all fallacies whatever

                                                                he has been preached

Make him realize that it’s only only a sound sleep

At the end of the day what he is going to need.