Sleep short poem

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Sleep is an everlasting wealth
that never enchants a highway man
who seldom fails to snatch
anyone’s heavenly sound sleep.
Sleep is a miracle that soothes
the one who is deprived of worry
the one whose life style is systematic
the one who thinks good of others.

Sleep is a unique remedial rest
and is a refresher like cold-juice
Sleep blesses an infant to smile,
a desperate bed-ridden to be bright
but sleep never haunts a politician
who like Tughlaq plans to snub his enemies,
and never be a dearer to a man of sin
for his sleepless night is creative night of evils.

Sleep is a pause in every creature’s life
keeping them afresh, agile to work
in daytime for the unknown future .

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Mothi Bai

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Ass. prof. of English, I have qualification in German language . I have been teaching German since 15 years, My working place is S VIVEKANANDA DEGREE COLLEGE ,NEHRU NAGAR PUTTUR (D. K.) 574203 KARANATAKA INDIA. I have learnt hindustani music also
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The necessity and importance of sleep very well expressed here!


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