-Ashwika Chhabria
The winds caress me
So does the moonlight
My limbs stretched and free
I slip in to slumber and my dreams take flight
I’m pulled into the ground
With tenuous hands soft
I feel like I’m floating above the crowd
Seeing myself from high above, aloft
The blades of grass sway
Singing me a lullaby
I’m lulled asleep in the middle of the day
On nature’s bed I lie
The winds caress me
So does the sunlight
I sleep to dream and dream of sleep
I’m Icarus, but my wings will fly
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Ashwika can fall asleep anywhere, doing anything, except walking, perhaps. It’s a bit tiring to wake her up every time she dozes off before dinner. She hopes her poetry can rouse you enough to feel alive, if not sleepy. You can find Ashwika on Instagram.
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The poem appeared in the April 2021 Issue of Pop the Culture Pill. Read the complete issue now!
