By Kadambari Gupta
THE sleep was catching his eyes and were closing the doors now when there is no place he can call
home,
Had to sleep on the floor of the road with a semi-torn bag as his pillow the moment the poor fellow
rested the tired body on the floor
The body and every part of it felt frozen the floor was so cold as of ice cubes were kept on it or
someone had sprinkled cold water
Feeling helpless at that point of time had no option but to sleep with the bag as the sole companion
a faint sense of relief was felt
Slept with eyes closed so tightly as the gates of a high rise building in the sleep there was a dream of
having a home near the mountains
Somewhere close to valleys and hills there is a bedroom that belongs to him the path through this
bedroom shows a comfortable bed
With the mattress so soft being laid that anyone feels sleepy the moment they sit the softness is like
a ball of cotton wool with a blanket
Covering the body acting as a shield from the harsh winters cold winds blowing clouds have touched
ice-bergs and glaciers but they don’t scare this being
Home is there where I stay in one hand there is a cup of coffee made out of fresh coffee beans
brewed in the machine and on the other hand is covered with gloves
Sleep with no worries relish hot breads and curries however soon it was morning with bright
sunshine woke up and touched the floor that was cold and the dream
Sequence was put on hold the floor had become slightly warm with bright rays of sun getting
reflected on the floor the touch he put over and above his head
That felt like a warm water bag as the head and all the nerves had frozen got up and expressed
gratitude to the sun who shared his light with this being without any discrimination
And to the floor who let this tired being sleep on it today all people living in luxurious apartments
and buildings should open there double latched door come and see the reality
They sleep with heaters on and so many blankets and many people sleep on cold floor sleep on cold
floor.
By Kadambari Gupta
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