Sleep and Death

Bilal Yousuf        

 

The poem is an emotional manifestation of a grief-stricken south
Kashmir youth on seeing gory dance of death all around. It depicts the
state of mind every kashmiri will associate with.

 

My grief away, i wish to sleep.
My life away , i wish to sleep.
I long to sleep away the dire dread
I yearn to sleep the sleep of dead

Save some dozes naps and blinks
I dont sleep; I catch winks.
Horror of nightmare ever eats me
The fugitive sleep if ever meets me

Stinking blood in South street
Stench of putrid maggoty meat
Has grown me dead tired and lost
Much like the apple-picking Frost

A bloom of gloom lives my head
Am I dead-alive or live-dead?
Would some lyric lull me to bed?
Should some dream drowse me dead?

Would that sleep be my friend!
And my friend was my end!
For my life is all but life!
Lifeless life where death is rife!

 

 

Bilal Yousuf is a 17 years old young boy from South Kashmir’s Achabal town, studying MBBS at GMC Srinagar. Pertinently Achabal saw at least 4 killings and hundreds pellet and bullet injuries on first day of uprising in 2016.
  • K SHESHU BABU

    The gory deaths and destruction in Kashmir has made young minds very traumatic and this is a manifestation of a promising young thinker’ s reaction to the events. He has a bright future ahead .

    • Bilal Yousuf

      Thank you sir

      • Bilal Yousuf

        For the compliments