Rest Is Leisure

Rest and leisure accompanies the days
As well as the nights in some maze.
Why do sleepers find it always
To keep on repeating their rest in days?
Due is the unconsciousness on a sleeping bed,
Mighty dreams occur for the time ahead.
Then wake up to the musical morning,
Make this verse I have written your only warning.
Pity is the only way you speak of others,
When suddenly you are in sleep, the blanket smothers.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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