Why I'M Awake? Poem by REETESSH SABRR

Its four in the morning and why I'm awake?
Why a healthy sleep I ever refuse to take?
Am I doing something worthy by penning a poem
Or just pretending to think, write and hum
I have no serious topics to dig deep into mind
Just a few rhymings as the God is being kind
Always i felt why to prepare for a poethood
Let it flow into the bay of words as it always should
The talent, the sensibility, the genius would self arrive
If at this hour I believe I should write and strive
Though the play of word may let the issue get volatile
Still this poor chap burning his eyes with a smile
Perhaps now he feels sleepy or is it an excuse to take rest
The day would knock his door to get him up at a behest
Do you think I should give this habit a break
Its four in the morning and why I'm awake?

3rd Jan 2009