It Is Night Late, I Should Sleep... Poem by Harindhar Reddy

In the world of cannibalistic crimes and cyber rhymes, I am metamorphosed into a loner in rabbit hole, a sullen lyric - loner is a mourner, sings the soul; What a poetry here? Ecstasy and agony playing like strings.Very strong and matured poetry.

Ruefully, I reconcile, repent and weep! / This's a fantastic line/great work dear Poet! ! !

This poem is truly amazing! this poem was exceptional! You never cease to amaze!

Loner is a mourner! ! ! ! It's a good one! ! ! ! I sleep in my insomina where dreams wandered like a somnambulist everywhere in my semi-conscious mind... I like this poem very much.. We all need sleep to pacify our tired body for our body does the mechanical activites througout the day till the sleep of soul, but where we get a peaceful sleep in eternity; ; ; ; Great poem dear poet, , top marks, ,

I laughed upon reading this. Life happens when we're sleeping...I also sometimes wish I could be imsomniac, to make time to the things I enjoy- play guitar, read, write...

I laughed upon reading this. Life happens when we're sleeping...I also sometimes wish I could be imsomniac, to make time to the things I enjoy- play guitar, read, write...