A NIGHT GHAZAL It is not often that I sleep comfortably at night, Like an alarm clock, my dreams beep at night. Rush of the day seems to disappear at night, Overheard during the day, my little inner voice seems to scream at night. Laying, I let loose my chopped hair, Why not us? Dreams from the past keep questioning at night. What do you keep searching for, in the middle of the night, Prarthana? I'm a salted wrinkled plum, desperate for a sip of the scarlet ink at night. #nightghazal #yqbaba #the_scarlet_ink
