succumb to sleep

The setting sun

The gathering darkness

The misty shadows

The still wind

 Drooping branches

Night has come

To take over

With its faithful messenger

Slowly creeping

Softly whispering

Sleep comes on

Its restless fingers

Tenderly stroking

Quietly smothering

Playing silent music

On heavy lids

Oh ever so slowly

It entices

Drugs

And posses

The deepest depth of the being

Victory!

The body succumbs.

Now, slowly yearning

Not retaliating

The being... Has lost

Sleep takes over

                                                                                                                                                      F. Farwin Rahuman