Scudding and galloping,
That worried day,
Got tired ,
Closed his eyes
And lied in the corner,
To take rest .
Sleep sat just nearby the headrest.
And worries like a funeral pyre
Make me burnt throughout
The whole night.
It slowly crept to advance forward.
Pleasant moon,
Climbed the mount of sky ,
Now sliding down.
Night turned the other side ,
Daybreaks
And sunrays
Started knocking the windows.
Sleep too felt bored and so stand to move away .
But those worries still smouldering ...
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