I actually was ill and had no idea whether I was half asleep or half awake! Happens when you’re at your desk. 



With drowsy eyes
I write this poem,

Written by a pen,
A gift from a close friend,

Aching cheeks, heavy eyelids,
Yet, one hand supports my head,
Another, glides across the sheet,

I stop and think,
Will any of this make sense?

Is it even a necessity 
If one is ill?

Words, sounds, birds tweeting,
Card, voices, noise, head is aching,

Nothing matters, nothing at all,
Closing your eyes, just sleep, sleep,
When one is drowsy

©Fatima Begum

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