Poem by Saloni Kaul


On The Alert

Ah, what a lot of strange little people are we
Sleeping through hurricanes and wildest sound,
Like newborn that likes three four hours stretch lengthily
Of sound sleep before he’s ready for next round ;
Yet in all our most sound sleep silent dream,
Silent but peopled with visual and talk,
At that crucial point when there’s a thud, scream,
Crash, bang, shout, moan, we wake up white as chalk.
So also in the long run we’re immune
Taking trauma and tragedy in our stride,
It’s sudden ‘unexpecteds’ that jerks us, like wind sand dune,
Out of dream worlds, set us on jostling haycart rides.
Sleep like a babe to make most of your time awake,
Once shaken in life or dream, be alert for your own sake.



Saloni Kaul, author and poet, was first published at the age of ten and has been in print since. As critic and columnist Saloni has enjoyed thirty seven years of being published. Saloni Kaul’s first volume, a fifty poem collection was published in the USA in 2009. Subsequent volumes include Universal One and Essentials All.