Book In Bed

The blanket and a book, what is there?
One you sleep in, one you share.
Enough water and ice in the making,
Giving some of the bellyaching.
A sleeping knowledge acquires taste,
Where is it factually based?
The sleep is inhabiting the sleep,
This can be rather cheap.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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