My Companion Of Every Night

My Companion Of Every Night long poem

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“So finally, he got talking,
As if his patience had succumbed.
The one who’s closest to me,
Well, on a physical level, for sure;
against whom I press my cheek.
Who I’ve spent innumerable nights with.
Sometimes, he brings along his friend.
But she seems tough to me,
Very elusive, borrows, snatches all I have,
But never been my patron……
Not a few hours with me she ever spent!
Tonight, he’s angry,
Doesn’t let me caress him.
Let’s do some sorting out,
Let the lights go dim.
His tone is stern, his words, very firm.
Makes me feel nervous and a little, I squirm!
Your eyes are wide awake,
Your head squishes me all night long.
Many others must have smelled,
The sweet smell of your hair.
While others must have burnt
Under the glint of your eye.
I’m neither the first one,
Nor would ever be the last.
So, why not tell me the truth,
And end this suffering, at last!
I stare into your eyes,
I do it every night.
How hard I try to read them,
Find my answers, yes, I might!
Lying by the fireplace,
I see your face aglow.
The fire of the wood illuminates your eyes.
Oh! But why in the world,
Can’t I read them, however hard I try!
Just the two of us,
We’ve spent nights together.
Hoping to be your confidante,
……that did not happen either!
My friend mocks at me,
Says I’m too much of a lunatic.
She says she gave up on you long back,
That’s your destiny,
Measured with the divine yardstick. Now, I muster some courage to face him, to speak to him.
…….Dear companion,I’ve heard you for so long,
Let me tell you, my curious friend..
You have comforted me each night,
been the closest ally.
Staking your own friendship,
You embraced with open arms.
How can I ever repay you,
How can I forget that,
to endless dark nights,
You rendered the motherly charm.
But some secrets are best kept concealed.
If shared, they become beliefs.
Trust me, o dearest pal.
Each night, not the fireplace,
but my suffering made me aglow.
Now, I am a source of His light.
Whoever He wills, He touches through me…..
I’m merely an instrument,
at work, is His might!
And for your friend,
the one who gave up on me,
I have something to say.
I wish to thank her,
I’m indebted to her eternally.
Had she not abandoned me,
Untouched by Him,I would be left.
She made me richer,
My deliverance came from a theft.
If it was not for her,
I would still be in a slumber.
Just as in my mother’s womb,
In oblivion, I slept.
Or in the worst scenario,
I would be tossing and rolling,
making your corners wet.”

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When the pillow is your confidante…thoroughly enjoyed your poem:)


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