WHILE YET OTHERS

The dawn and I'm

yet to sleep; 

it pushes

the eyelids down,

twenty hours awake

and more, fatigue

from incessant writing

and nothing more,

and still I try

to scribble notes

for even more poems,

while yet others

go asleep expecting

to wake under rubble

or in heaven.

02.09.2025

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