Wearied out by the long day,
I fell down on the bed to lay.
Dozed off from the busy world,
then you came off from your dirty world,
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bounced off the bed into battle, picking an electric racket for aid it's a determined game for a peaceful sleep. thirst for the blood of the mosquito. very nice poem and very descriptive. thank u dear poet. tony
such a nice start, Balamurugan. Read my poem Love and L u s t. Thanks