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Sleepless - Poems of Gwalior

August 08, 2010
Amitabh Mitra

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there is no sleep and these bloody sleeping tablets brings back always the pain addiction is pain blackening the moon blackening the dreams black is where i live and i ask you in wakefulness why straying is combat in an approaching desert storm and lives just happen during that time of birds, dogs and trees restless as another culprit night demises in ardent failure

i deny another day
think of you
and throttle my car
towards a land
unheard off

again

Poem and Watercolor by Amitabh Mitra

An orthopaedic surgeon in a busy hospital in East London, South Africa, I actually belong to Gwalior, Madhya Pradesh, its long summers and hectic politics. I edit a print poetry journal called 'A Hudson View', a journal on African arts called 'Inyathi' and dream of going back to Gwalior. My blog on South African Arts is http://www.amitabhmitra.blogspot.com/
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