A Poem On Just Waking Up

Troubled sleep on a chair, not bed,
Troubled thoughts inside my head,
Troubled heart won't let me sleep,
Troubled eyes, for my Laila weep.

For every time my lashes close,
Lo! Laila lives - in dreams repose,
But every time, she breaks my heart.
And so I waken with a start.

From neither one, get rest not I,
From neither sleep nor wakeful eye,
For thoughts of her engross my head.
My Laila, loves me not, she said.

Laila, tender flower, my dove,
I kissed you once and fell in love.
Now you another want instead,
While I just wish that I was dead.

Sigh…

For lovely Laila, from her demented Majnun.