He Gets Up Poem by ANJANDEV ROY
He Gets Up
It's strange,
He is restless
In his bed
And he gets up again,
Someone calls him from within
And he can't sleep,
He begins to write then
With deep concentration and reverence
In the dark and silent night,
Though everybody sleeps with great ease,
He spends another sleepless night writing beautiful poetry.
Poetry the spirit does not give him opportunity to sleep lazily without writing or decorating the words of poetry!
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1/1/2026 3:25:27 PM # 1.0.0
Poetry, the writing in peace and pleasant mind, Thank you dear poet.