A CROSS THE SLEEP I HEARD DEATH

A CROSS THE SLEEP I HEARD DEATH.

While sleeping fitfully in a king size bed Covered with heavy beddings and mosquitoes net Dreaming of paradise and halleluiah and God.

I’m beginning to wonder like great thinkers I’m beginning to yawn like one with empty stomach I’m beginning to doze away due to yester nightmare.

As the time ticks on his path and passing No longer waiting to catch up with sleeping Suddenly the long awaited race comes on… In moods of discouragements and dismal On at last and at last and at last and at last.

Eventually as the bell for dawn comes on to sound The cold pinching my body and rattling my mouth Wind winding and mounting my beating heart willy-nilly. My ears are welcomed with new events of the novel day

My ears again are welcomed with holler and breathe of evil. And the intensity of shock is sudden and massive Like a particular bomb last in the centre of a big city…oh! Sky full of burning red smoke covering the whole city As I trembled while some remaining in coma and amnesty.

I heard death a cross the sleep The cruel hand of death has robbed again one more time The entire nation with a dedicate astute and a soldier of war And a humble life who gave selfless life but sincere to people.

It came at this moment of triumph and vigorous momentum And only chose the charismatic charmer and populist The cosmos chieftain and an accomplished patriot of eyes Because it never declined to strike at an already pointed And it stroked definitely where it was list expected As it whirls away with good life like wind and papers.

It hit and appalled with strange and a usual freshness Amazing as it depart to another region not expected Because today it is here and tomorrow it is there…oh! And a cross the sleep I heard death.