Goddess charms

In nights when suns sleeps
And moon matters
When all sleep and we get up
In your memories,
My eyes play with the sleep
Mind hankers for you, any how
I get the answer, thus, relief
That there she, too, will, be
Sleeping with her pillow
Her voice will also be low
She too wants me as I
Nights spend searching the answers
I get them In her bright eyes
When at morning she says Vishal! get up.

poem by Vizard Dhawan
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