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My Work - PoetrySleeplessnessOthers do not careThey do not bother their brains with such affairs If they have brains then they must be located in their stomachs! Or perhaps below their stomachs! O poor friend! Why don't you sleep And be like others, Just a body amongst a sea of sleeping forms. Sleeplessness is burning your eyes Whilst you are preoccupied with words, Moulding them into beautiful verse — But they remain mere words. You stay preoccupied with that question Behind which lurks an army of questions Each battalion charging a thousand questions You dig into the mask of the answer And find behind it a thousand masks O poor friend! Why don't you sleep? What do you want from questions and answers Have you forgotten how Hamlet was obsessed with his question: "To be or not to be?" It threw him into the arms of insanity To be torn by its long talons O poor friend! Why do you have to torture your mind Whilst fellow men sleep soundly in their beds Close your eyelids upon this world! Ah! How sweet is repose and calm Close your eyelids upon this world.! Dubai, 1982 |
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