O gentle Sleep, so calm, so deep,
You come when weary hearts must weep.
When books fall still from tired hands,
And drifting thoughts obey no commands.
The eyes grow warm, the world grows light,
The day dissolves into the night.
Though time may fade beneath your stay,
You give us strength for the coming day.
You ease the mind of anxious care,
You lift the weight we learn to bear.
Where worries crowd and fears repeat,
You bring a hush, so kind, so sweet.
Sometimes dreams are soft and fair,
Sometimes strange beyond compare.
Yet in your arms, so wide, so still,
All restless thoughts obey your will.
Like a mother, warm and near,
You hold us close and calm our fear.
As children rest on gentle knees,
We sleep within your quiet seas.
No bitter pain, no troubled thought,
Can stand where you your silence brought.
The aching head, the burdened soul,
Grow whole again beneath your role.
The strong grow still, the weak find rest,
You serve them all, you soothe them best.
Without a sound, without a name,
You heal the heart, you heal the frame.
O tender Sleep, both soft and wise,
You close the world before our eyes.
In you we lose, in you we keep—
Life's gentle pause, O precious Sleep.
Rajendra prasad meena
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