Fatigued I Look To Bed
D Deepak Kumar Pattanayak
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Fatigued I look to bed
And it is always there hungered
For me to rest and hold
In its bosom like a bosom friend
And in an instant all my vitality it devours
But like that of a cool tigress
And bequeths all in the morn
Like that of a benevolent sun
Oh! What a tool
God's compliment of heaven and hell
And I look for a crumb of them
From room to room
To stroll and idle away the day
Alas they seem miles and miles away
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