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Covetous Sweet Slumber

Covetous sweet slumber why do you always intend to cuddle mostly when we are going through an edifying process?
Envious sweet slumber you have become bitingly bitter by looming, by advancing at this hard-pressed hour.
 Right now, we have so much to hear
At this instant, we have so much to fear.
We have to be there at our duty's beck and call.
A third eye is keeping a vigil over us.
Brief us how can we be on your soothing swing while ceaselessly we can hear the chime of duty deafeningly ring?
This is not the apt time for a nap,
Since there is no scope, no road of rest drawn on our life's hectic map.
Covetous sweet slumber l have  often felt and heard,
You have the power to make everyone's vision blurred.
You have the invisible wings to fly.
No accursed human form can evade your candid touch howsoever, unheard-of tactics he might try.
Envious sweet slumber,
You might question and wonder whether l just behave or am genuinely a bipolar?
How can l be so dicey?
Dicey for addressing you both as envious and sweet.
But, let me confess of course at right hour when you befall on us you are not less than a voracious treat.
Still at times we wonder at your work and style.
Since, those who are free,
 those for whom you are the topmost desire of their wish tree,
Those who are sick, old and are in no hurry why to visit them it appears is not topic of your concern and worry?
Why then you try to spoil all those who must stay awake and toil.
During hours of dejection or solitude sweet slumber l yearn to greet your mighty mother,
Your mother 'Demise' l know isn't servile to follow my wishes and whims.
Then why it's you who are always so desperate to make me fall in your arms.
Now listen to my pray and find someone else who would enjoy to be on your swing and would be happily ready to be under your sway.




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  1. Amazing 👌👌

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  2. Wow 🙌👏👏👏

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  3. Beautifully penned down 😀

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  4. Your mastery over the 'Word Play" is amazing , how beautifully you connect it to various aspect of life and people is a rare talent , Always your write ups are motivational and being fresh perspective to life. God Bless.

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