I'Ll Slumber And Awake Poem by manoz shrestha

The fruit of coal is diamond;
The food of shell is pearl;
Hence I set myself to earn
But toils of men builds wall.

These walls they wall the way
That will wish to walk on;
O love! my love is far away
How I wish to return.

The flower of thron is love;
The ordour of love is distance;
Hence I wish to cover some
But wishes are host of patience.

Well I hope some day
Through these winding road
I'll make my way
Back into her warm arms
Where I'll slumber and
Awake.