A Sleepless Night

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A long long time ago

When the lands were dry deserts of sand

There was a fable that echoed through

And hark! I’ve caught it in my hand!

This fable now is no ordinary tale

And I plan to make it not close so

But listen all come and listen you’ll see

The way the desert cries with me

In this dry desert cold and barren

There was a shepherd’s son

Who with neither direction nor purpose

Walked aimlessly down the dunes

He walked up and he walked down

As he had long lost his sheep

And he cared not for the world anymore

And walked on with his blanket sheet

The blanket sheet was all he carried

And that was all to his name in the world

Until that fateful night when he stopped

At the banks of an oasis, and stood curt

He stood and he stared for all he cared

He would rather die than give up his sight

For near the high palm trees there lay

A maiden dead and frozen in the night

And there she lay as still as the sand

And there he stood as moved

And should you have seen them as they were

You would say it was but a picture

Now the shepherd’s son knew not much

He knew not of the world at all

So he understood not that since she had died

He was of no use to her

The shepherd’s son could only feel

A strong strong motion of empathy

For he knew what cold it felt to be alone

When none but the moon above did shone

So the shepherd’s son will all his heart

Walked over to the girl and touched a scar

That stretched ever so fierce across her face

He did discover emotions new

Love and anger burned anew

And the shepherd carried the silent guest

To the shade of the palm trees and put to rest

But oh he knew not of death and pain

And believed a dead hope so profane

That he would bring the maiden about

And she would live if the years be his

The shepherd caressed the scar so deep

And put water to her lips and hoped she breathe

But the maiden rejected all he did

And gave him not even a word as gift

And the night pushed on not waiting for him

Who would give his life for the maiden with him

Who had no reason to do what he would

But he would, oh he would

The shepherd heard the wind rush by

And soon it too was laughing by

How vain it was to help the girl

That the desert had rejected there

And the shepherd’s son slept a sleepless night

Till morn came and he woke to find

His work no good and then he cried

And as he cried and as he cried

He silently silently slipped and died.

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5 thoughts on “A Sleepless Night

    Ruchika responded:
    July 27, 2012 at 6:45 AM

    The week isn’t over yet, so here’s my first real piece pf poetry!

    anjali said:
    July 30, 2012 at 8:10 AM

    where would the world be without the innocents? like the shepherd boy.
    but the mystery is back, what happened to the girl?
    but again (i should)just shut up and enjoy the poem !!
    i liked it

      Ruchika responded:
      July 31, 2012 at 10:28 AM

      What happened to the girl? Well since she doesnt ‘wake up’ and the shepherd boy too dies, they both lay dead in the middle of the desert at the oasis i suppose. But that’s just it, one dies because the other died and he just didn’t understand it!

    bhavika said:
    August 4, 2012 at 9:59 AM

    a-m-a-zing ………….you should write poems ………….telling you again they are amazing

      Ruchika responded:
      August 5, 2012 at 8:11 AM

      I’ll post when I get something. šŸ˜€

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