SLEEPLESSNESS
BLUES
Sweet sleep calls me forth
To a wonderland of sorts
Away from wakeful reality
Away from mundane thoughts.
Yet �ght it I must
Push away from its embrace
For the ‘morrow brings
My �nal proffs face to face!
PROFF
POETRY
THRO
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ieve
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DOW
e sound of an aeroplane
Does nothing to decrease
My sense of longing
For the home where I cannot be.
Don’t get me wrong, for I do not resent
Even a thimble of my today,
But a yearning does �ood my soul
For that piece of my yesterday.
AEROPLANE
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Sneha Mohan
2982, Batch 2012
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