After a Goodnight's sleep

I wake up to the discotheque World.
The stars disappear and the pale moon still hangs in the sky
With a broken smile.
Plump sun comes out like a ripen orange,
I think of the last night's meritorious dream.
Oh! I was a playboy king in the palace's harem
While my smiling queen in a sound sleep after some sedatives.
But the daybreak I am just the janitor who opens & closes the door for my insomniac Boss's world.

poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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