Sleep Poem by vidyut chakraborty

Sleep



All that mystics land here
All that senses dumb
All that Black Whole theorises
All that conscience numb.
To the core of brain
Too much silence
Two things just uproar
One is heart that always beat
and the nostrils fast snore.
Hi the slumber
you cast on me
I am grateful to you
Forgetfulness is blessing
You taught me
All that peace you brew.

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