Love, Lost in Sleep

My love, eternal
Is in deep slumber!

My life
Comatose
Suffers, pines
In
Need
Of
‘Morphin’
Shots!

Come on!
What has become of you
What has hit you dear?

People, who knew me
For years would’ve
Asked, had they been
Near, but the existence
Of near and dear ones
Are paid for these days
Arranged as per authority’s will,
Especially if time turns into
A lonely soul, lost
In wilderness, called life
And all its accompanying woes,
Pangs and sufferings!

This is all ‘politics’!
You may shout.

Give a ‘shout out’
For the doctor
S/he had been God!

Must be!
Must be!

But may I ask
For whom?

‘God!’ You said?

‘For whom?’ I ask

How dare you?
No politicizing life
For personal benefit!
No, not done!

Not done!
Not done!
‘God!’
Now, it’s my turn
To shake God out of
His/Her slumber!

I say
I repeat
‘God’!

Well, all my masters,
Politically speaking
Are tiny tots, growing
Diety, inch upon inch

And

It takes time to grow
After all we are
Human beings
And not
Dogs and bitches!
They grow up faster!

I feel sleepy!
Infants must sleep more,
Than the grown-ups!
The more, the merrier!
It’s medical science
And Human behavior
And it’s
SCIENCE!