I stood awake last night,
Still, eyes blinking without cause, they wandered,
Looking here and there, back and forth,
Returning to that
light on the wall,
They searched, they gathered, remained botched.
Certainly my forehead dawn with some frown lines then,
They appeared and disappeared,
Eyes still blinking and wandering,
Searching they were all,
Abortive they were all.
Then my lips smack each other,
And some sound they made,
And my ears staunchly listened to them,
Tried to discover, nothing they could clutch,
Botched they were all, abortive they were all.
Then my soul clamoured,
My body quavered, eyes spooked,
Lips muted, ears curious,
Nothing could search them, gather them,
Confine them, though they desired,
Cause
they were my vagabond thoughts, wandering thoughts.Dushyant Singh
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