Poem : Sleep - an elaborate term
Oh yes! its dark, its time to sleep,
for the souls are awake while the world is asleep.
Being a child, I usually felt,
as if the sleep is like a temporary death,
Soul would leave the body and move into heaven,
and it would return back before the next day has begun.
Today itself, it appears to be the same,
for the term is alike but the expression has been changed,
We become speechless, our body stands still,
thus it looks like we actually rest in peace.
Sleep has way more to provide,
than it actually sounds or describes,
It separates the reality from the illusion,
as we can see dreams of varying dimensions.
But to fulfill our dreams we need to get up,
to end our sleep and to work hard.
Copyright ~ Sakshi Davessar 10 Nov, 2015