Siesta Poem by kunjubi varghese

This night will fade away and

The moonlight also will vanish
.
The only thing that will not die out

And carry on smiling sweetly,

Are your dreams, my beloved.

I will not wake you up, my living dream

Of a maiden, disrupting your dreams,


As you sleep like a flower on a bed

Spread out by the bluish blue nights.

You are a dance that came seeking

For the anklet to adorn your feet;

A silent song that came in quest of a lute.

I will not try to awaken you from that slumber.