Laying down upon a cot,
After a tedious day.
When life has been fought,
and the world isn't yet at stay.
Eyes fighting deep with slumber,
Lids closing heavy on them,
darkness full in a tumbler,
You ooze out like a phlegm..
There you find a world,
Spun by your own fancy,
Where harsh and sweet do dance and swirl,
Thorns grow along the pansy!!!
Your own hillarious musings,
Seeming quite little of use,
Crowd our mind with a hundred arousings,
Of fright of ecstasy or of refuse....
Jumping from a mustard field,
You often reach a sturdy peak,
Or trembling beneath your blanket shield,
You have thoguths wild a freak...
"It was all there and it wasn't"
U wake up and often say...
"good was bad and bad was pleasant"
And think again as you lay.........................
Compiled by - swayam........
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