Poetry 2016 Longlist, Amit Shankar Saha

Unwakefulness

My body a boat
Filled with holes of tiredness
Sinks deep into sleep

Your memory a cargo
Lies on the sea bed -
A sunken treasure it seems

The unbecoming
Of ever falling asleep -
The brine of the sea

All the mermaids gather there
To mourn and to weep
For what I lost in my dreams