Monday, March 28, 2011

Sleep


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"

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