' Where ever I lay my head,
It becomes my home, '
I had once said!
The soft pillow of my bed
Beckons me invitingly, at the end of
day!
Yet sweet sleep eludes me!
Spiked thoughts emerge
From the depths of the unconscious
mind, -
To torture and torment!
As I lie sprawled on my spiked bed,
Like some old hermit in penance!
Racing thoughts of promises not kept,
Duties not performed,
Love unrequited,
Faces of those I could not come to love,
With hours pass by; as the ticking
of the clock grows louder still!
.....................................................
Some time during the early hours of
the morning,
Before the cock crows to usher in the
the new day,
I finally dose off, sinking gradually
Into the bottomless depths of eternal
sleep!
For here I have laid my head,
And made it my final home at the end
of my day!
RAJ NANDY
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/home-coming-4/
