when absolutely no sleep strikes

tension, sorrow, pain

pushes sleep to unsleep

unsleep persists

and there is no sleep after all

I think I am the youngest one here tonight

a phone rings

for whom? we never know

two Korean girls sleep on to snore

a Shahrukh song on someone’s tone

a terrible bore, saddens

every inch of the room and breathe

and tears fall like on too straight a slope

fifty odd men and women

all together unsleep

do not snore, but silently bore

each and every one of themselves