My cells are turning lazy
Forcing my eyes to droop
Sitting and standing ain't helping
Only the long nap could do
I stretched my arms ain't helping
I washed my face ain't helping
Coffee and tea has turned my stomach full
Even walking ain't helping but I know sleep would do.
I try to talk but I yawn
I try and laugh but the cells mourn
Muscles ain't moving they seem to be on a strike
A sleep could help but there is no place to hide
I even ran down the steps the legs refused
Dragged few puffs it got diffused
Intoxicated they are the lazy ones, impossible to wake'em up
A sleep would indeed do but I can't stop the work(Sagarmani)
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