The Favor

Will someone do me this favor?
Empty that cauldron of dreams,
Switch off the moon too
And pull the plug off the stars
For they are far too noisy and add to the chaos deep within

Mute that rustle of the Gulmohar
Pause that incessant dripping of water
From that tap yonder
Hold back the sun
And postpone the day
For they search too long and deep for secrets hidden within

Just let me slip under the blanket of darkness
and moist it with my tears
let me drown in the sounds of my sobs
amplified a zillion times over by my grief
gasping for air and clutching for life
until the sobs and their sounds take over
leading me to that death valley of dreamless sleep.