My dear self, your sleeplessness,
Is a disease needing carefulness,
First take care of mind's cleanliness,
Fill the heart with sacred Godliness.
Whatever may be the thing,
Develop a controlled liking,
The poor sleeps, not the king,
Isn't this truth highly striking?
In any defeat as well as great glory,
Let moderate emotions, you carry,
From your head, remove worry,
On a pillow, your head, you bury.
Modern life runs at a fast pace,
All prefer to reach the first place,
Fate is controlled by God in space,
Think like this, have no sad days.
Brief death is called sleep,
If it is damn strong and deep,
So well, health, you can keep,
You will also sleep, don't weep.
To Nature, all other creatures are exposed,
Modern man's mind is badly decomposed,
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