Sleep, His Brother And Me... Poem by M D Dinesh Nair
Sleep, His Brother And Me...
I would like to sleep a lot
But 'sleep is the brother of death', Oscar Wild said
And what shall I do?
When I close my eyes to sleep
I hear a buzzing sound from no direction
And sleep plays hide and seek with me.
When the game ends with my win at the end
I enter the chambers of slumber and stars begin to fade
And my dreams have no time to flash on the mind.
What is a beautiful dream? How to see it?
I ask a youngster and he looks skeptical
As he has mistaken me to have seen many dreams!
When the birds begin to leave their nestles
I too wake up to the realities of a day`s hunt
And I see the burning sun smiling at me.
I know one day the brother of sleep will embrace me
And the hide and seek will not precede it
By then my dreams will have been dead for ever.
Yes, the brother of Sleep will definitely embrace us oneday or the other and we enter a sleep of no dreams! It is a reality that cannot be shunned or disputed! A powerful write Dinesh!
Dreamless slumber may indeed seem like death. Interesting write Dinesh.
Death, the brother of sleep, if its true then all of us die for some time daily, this death provide us much comfort and leads us to another world, of our unconsious and dreams, if death is really a brother of sleep then it should not be feared for it will be a comfort and relief from worldy hardship and a threshold to the world here after, the poem is excellent with great thoughts, well done sir.
Profound thoughts encapsulated in this beautiful poem provides a rich experience.The last triplet well emphasizes the fact that the brother of sleep will surely embrace us some day which is absolutely true!
Permanent sleep is what we will all one day experience, you have written so beautifully on a sad subject and given it a dignified conclusion!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/16/2024 9:46:13 PM # 1.0.0.1119
a very nice poem Sir......very aptly described sleep as the brother of Death: -)