One fine Sunday morning,
I don’t know how,
I woke up abruptly,
Coz of a bad dream,
My eyes were wet,
My body was tensed,
I jumped out of my bed.
I opened the window,
The cold breeze went thru,
It was vital and fresh,
Enough for me to,
Go back to bed.
"There is nothing like a sleep in this world"
No comments:
Post a Comment