a poem by Saima Afreen

The stars twinkling up above

Prepare the glittering curtain
Around my eternal bed below,
Here I come to rest and not rise again;

Tired are my eyes, rest I need from within
With no one to caress me and touch my hair
Aching is my soul, bruised is my skin
As envelopes my body the moon fair,

Dressed in spotless white I go to sleep
Murmuring a prayer for my sweet;
Takes my tired soul in her arms the earth deep
Even in slumber your name becomes my heartbeat;

Fragrant with camphor and sandalwood,
This Night witnessing my slumber will depart
As my white dress covers my gloomy mood
And wounds of my restless bleeding heart.