spiritual seeker

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Sleep - Poem by spiritual seeker

Sleep is sister death,
Each body and soul must need a rest,
For a pauper, sleep often comes easy,
For he had little property and little to worry.

A king slept on a soft bed,
But good sleep he doesn’t seems to get,
For his richness and great kingdom,
Disturbed his mind and made him lonesome.

Say..Sleep is the best medicine,
A few minutes in the noon, take it if you can,
For nightly prayers it eased, you rise and plan,
A mighty practice but sadly only a few souls will stand.

Sleep is sister death,
Some will sleep but never rise,
Thus in life..do good and prepare oneself,
For the very long sleep, that often come as a surprise!


Comments about Sleep by spiritual seeker

  • Hans Vr (12/4/2011 4:24:00 AM)


    Great wisdom in very melodious verses.
    A great poem.
    Sleep, a mystery to the mind,
    This is a thought provoking poem.
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Poem Submitted: Sunday, December 4, 2011



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