Quietly......
As I lay my head to rest,
The east wind,
Blows from the south,
Bringing along with it,
The north breeze,
From the west....
Sunset was no longer in view,
Everything seems to be immersible,
Hoping all things were imaginary,
And the pillow,
Of course was comfortable.....
Thought for so long ,
How days have been days,
And nights so full of turmoils.....
Having lost count of what day it is,
All days seems to be a day,
And all night's,
Tell's what a night should be,
And how far we've gone in it,
Only to close my eyes,
And say,
Only the saviour can save,
Even when the saviour decides to stay.
©Sanjay_Marvel