Just two stanzas
before I sleep.
But thou hide,
so I shall seek.

Bedtime peekaboo,
if we must:
You find a niche,
I search first.

But don’t hide yourself
too well, my dear..
or you’d never get got…
(It’s already ten to two,
on the dot.)

I see you….!
Time for a dose
of the lyrical plot..
Oh, delightful shut-eye,
doesth thou now come..
How odd,
thou too owe your allegiance
to Vikram.