To The Man Sleeping In The Local In The Wee Hours Of The Morn Poem by Devendra Ashok Singh

Hey you
catching the last glimpses of sleep;
before it is snatched away from you
and it gets away from me.
If I could, I would really commend.

The steadfast determination,
the perseverance
'tween all that could keep you
from your providence. Sleep

You let nothing disturb,
your nocturnal diligence;
maybe you have had enough
of this eternal awakening.

So sleep now
No one shall take from you
your merry sleep.