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The Sleeper's Lament

Jan 4, 2025
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Updated: Jan 16, 2025




By Abhi Gupta


Abstract:

“The Sleeper’s Lament” eloquently captures the poignant contrast between the solace of dreams and the harshness of reality through the lens of lost love. It tells the story of a man who remains asleep, cocooned in dreams that offer him sweet lies, while his lover succumbs to death. Unaware of her suffering and eventual demise, he is ensnared in a dream that shields him from the truth. The poem highlights the lover's desperation and solitude as she fades into oblivion, her attempts to reach him thwarted by his deep slumber. Ultimately, he awakens to a world devoid of her presence, left only with the haunting remnants of her in his memory. The themes of isolation, the deceit of perception, and the irreversible loss of love are woven throughout, making this a deeply moving exploration of the dichotomy between dream and reality.


The Sleeper’s Lament 


He slept and slept, 

Through his lover's death. 

Dream whispered lies, so sweet, 

That crept to his eyes, under his sheets. 


While reality stole her breath, 

All he saw, was the lie that kept. 

The illusion that made her blind to him, 

A cruel mirage on the world's dim brim.


She cried and wept,

But the man did nothing, and just slept.


And so she faded, quiet and small,

Her echoes lost in the silent hall.

Her tears dissolved in the cold night air,

While he lay trapped in a dream's soft snare.


Her whispers reached, but failed to breach,

The wall of slumber she couldn’t reach.

A love unspoken, a life undone,

While he dreamed of days when they were one.


And when he woke to the barren space,

The warmth had fled, gone without a trace.

Her touch, her breath, her quiet plea,

Now lingered only in memory.


By Abhi Gupta



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