Insomniac

It is 2:00 A.M. 
  
Blanketing the night --- 
The quietness sleeps, 
Catnapping trees, shiver with cold 
  
Hundreds of sonnets --- 
Cuddle, on the lips of silence, 
The eyelids of every thought are heavy 
  
The roads of the whole city --- 
Have forty winks, 
The lights, electrify with sleep 
  
The hotels and restaurants --- 
Are deserted, 
Churches, mosques, temples look lonely 
  
Everything and everybody, by now --- 
Might have slept, a sound sleep 
Aaah! Why I am still awake?