Delusion
It is for delusion
I want to sleep for a long time
Though the sleep is not sound.
There is no sound sleep
And I go on dreaming
I remain lethargic
It is just wastage of time.
Out of indolence I derived pleasures
Being idle my senses and mind become inactive
And I used to think futile worldly affairs
That lead me to pain sorrow worry and disquietude.
Careless
I am careless
And I indulge in idle pursuits
Smoking drinking displaying
Theft robbery falsehood forgery.
And I am going towards hell
It is all for delusion
Delusion.
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