how long it was?~by Ziauddin Bulbul

 

 

how long it was?

It was a long time, how long it was?
You can’t sleep a wink passed untold sleepless nights.
Carrying the continuous chirping of crickets
Moon is disappeared on the edge of terrace
And the obscure morn keeps its hands in subsequent,
But you remain wide-awake. Your eyes
get the shape of insomniac bird in consequent
experiencing itching and bad headache.
Inside the mouth salty taste and into the heart
Cork is sinking, stone is floating and the childhood within.