In my anchor less sleep,
i’m consciously dwelling deep.
Playing all night is a dreadful,
The moon that was on crescent, throughout, has turned full,
i keep praying him to remain dull.
His vision for me has blurred,
putting me in deep trouble.
Awaiting for dewdrops to fall ‘n’ turn me, to a pearl,
i woke up once more, stuck within my shell.
© Hari Prasad.S