Oh your sleep is wounded,
And your dreams are hungry,
You are going to roll over to awakening.
This careless wound may infect;
But Now it has to be inflamed for brightening.
If halted, Nature will start laughing at,
And called A 'Disbeliever' Or 'Coward',
The fiery storm of time is going to move fatigued;
To the roads of graveyard:Resultant
Nature will sleep quietly, hush it's young too,
Because all the prayers have exhausted before perseverance.
Finally, your lips will be enlightened with smiles.

@Bappa5779
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