The Insomniac City
The Insomniac City Sleepless nights, calm mornings At night it’s all sad, but The morning felt like new hope. These days, I’m awake all night Not because there ain't chaos or noise anymore But silence, which is dreadful It’s like someone stole my voice. The clouds making my night darker, but I know there is the moon up in the sky, Pouring its moonlight, to overcome the dark. Seeing those empty roads, Bring back, my memories How there used to be buzz everywhere, the sound of vehicles honking, and How can I not forget, the melody voice Of my dear humans. Hope is a good thing, they say So I wake up to it The voice of birds chirping Trees swaying and dancing And the sky, which never fails To impress me, by its shades It’s like nature is healing slowly. We all get hurt sometimes, and We all need healing from those damages One day or the other. Today though I’m infected, but I know everything will be back to normal, soon And I will again be the same, Like my second name, busy. You