What Rest? Poem by Aftab Alam

What rest! ,
My nest-the mind is unrest,
Thought is flying within me,
The bird always tortures me,
Outside of me, there's sky,
There a falcon killing a dove,
Here I am dying for love,

I am laughing, crying, weeping
Shying, enjoying, dreaming,
Within me an ocean dancing,
Jumping to catch the moon,
I am what a man or a loon?
I am removing and putting crest,
Life is the thing that is the best,
What rest?