The one thing I long for most is
by Ravinder Kumar Soni
the peaceful dreamless sleep
like the sleep of the dead.
My painful hope-filled eyes
that have seen many quiet nights
and without respite
scan the dark sky
studded with stars unable to sleep
because of their endless dreams,
their mind as unsteady and restless
as is mine.
I do not seek their pithiness
that will make me brood more
and never let me sleep.
I do not need these twinkling stars
but I cannot wish them away either.
Can I ever lose sight of my heart?