Insomnia

When you don’t sleep much

And work till long wee hours

They may say you have got Insomnia

Timid thing it is

This insomnia

As it makes you the lone wolf
devoid of a pack

Stark awake

Right now, all I can hear is

A refrigerator hum

And the silence

Bourbon has not brought me much comfort

May be the morning will.

Anant Dhavale