Sleep short poem

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When moon rises in the sky,
and the dark night gets darker.
When silence is the all that surrounds,
and in the middle, howl of hounds.
When people sleep, but their dreams awake,
when reality hides and rises the fake.
In that infinity, people experience the unexpected,
sometimes they like and sometimes gets distracted.
When all desires, wants and fears gets accumulated,
Oh! God knows who has this sleep created.
It’s a way of introspection.
Not just a deception, it’s biggest sensation,
having greatest misconception.
The time awaits when it will be a luxury,
will not be there like leaves on tree.
Oh! God I pray I pray I pray,
don’t let my thoughts astray.

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