Being Awake – POEM #5 NATIONAL POETRY MONTH 2019

I have often rested my eyes
on her sleepy eyelids.. only to be woken up
in every blink…

But even that moment
had felt secure…

Going to sleep knowing you will wake up
that is not a luxury any one of us have…
Yet we sleep…
and plan for the next day..

Life is short,
but we all have a choice

Live it by letting go
or stress it by holding on

-Vinod-