After the day's toil
The soul rests like a doll
Slumber stood next like the pole
Moments of rest the mind is in sole
Careless of the mountain's quake
Behold the soul's eye's are shut

Dreams are like dew that flow in short
Labour is harboured, body on pension
Soul's desires more but the body is resistive
Turmoil is the soul's passion for action
At last dreams is his last stay
Till life and lives fade

Last actions of life is the soul's mail
Silence is the message from within
burden are all gone, still is his rest
© Isaac Asalewon Aglum