This very night when I woke up,
It was 12:30 in the clock.
Raining outside and in myself I was locked.

After too much struggle,
I had hardly got a nap.
But you see,
Here I am...
Penning a poetry with no context,
To fill the midnight gap.

Was rubbing my eyes,
And scolding myself.
For getting drenched that very evening,
Even after knowing the consequences.

Let me tell you what am talking about,
About the two things I love to do.
Love for ice cream is always at the top,
Second is to njoy the rain with muddy hop.

And yes, of course,
I am paying for it now.
With no sleep night
And my mumma's words, “NO ICE CREAM ALLOW”.

Changing sides in the bed,
Scrolling Instagram.
Suddenly a notification flashes out,
A dm from a distant friend made me feels warm.

A late night reader was she,
Studying and chatting with books open.
We both had a talk,
Something of lunacy,
For both of us want to be refresh,
Out of the boredom.

Scrolling
And scrolling
And rolling on bed.
Counting sheeps
And pulling the blanket with legs out of the bed.

Finally,
Finally I made my mind to write.
A poem with no logic,
But still don't know how it gives me delight.

Okey then...
I am going to sleep now,
Seems like mumma had seen chitchating me, thou.

© 𝓗𝓪𝓻𝓼𝓱𝓱