Sleep Peacefully

Sleep Peacefully short poem

Photo by Kelly Hunter

Sleep o tired eyes sleep..
In your dreams,for you shall see
Your troubles all fade away
Your life taking a happy turn
You will come out of it clean
For you do no harm
You wish others good
And thou shall reap the same..
You ask yourself why you should
That is what you have learnt
That is what you have been taught
In good times or in tough
You will only be a light
For others and as you shine
You light your own world
Into million lamps burning happily for you..
Worry not thou for you know not
What life others lead..
Just do your bit and see them turn
For your good..
That is what mankind is about..
That is what is being alive
Seeing the pain and helping them persevere
The good will always remain
The evil shall fade away
So sleep o tired eyes sleep!!

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