It's hard to retire in the night,

the peacocks sing a glorious lullaby

beneath my windows.

In the renowned heat,

I'm frozen to my bones, my joins start aching

while the world outside says sweat it out.

I've rearranged my pillow hundred times

counting all the sheep in this land.

I've run out of podcasts

I am out of my wits.

Shu's arriving tomorrow, well today actually,

the boys are coming at nine

i have to read with them for an hour.

Books upon books

sitting aimlessly in the shelves

waiting to be touched

explored!

I've come to you for help,

i know you are there.

I know you see me

fighting

to see you at this moment

just a soft hush from you is enough

then i'll be in a dreamland.