Sleeping with books
I know that the dark is out But I have yet stared not , Reading the books, for me, Which be burden to me, To this midnight turn, Let me do some learn But 'tis The only thing which is one, In all senses of true success, And for the better happiness Still when it’s the starting I feel like it’s been the ending And I am tired of being like this God oh God help mine, will to pass, This distracted sleep. And never let me sleep with him But make me one with the books And drive me into fresh looks Not making me feel any more or less. .............Sohail Sayeed bukhari
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