Rise! O Sleepyhead, lest you hit the desk,
Wake! O Sleepyhead, 'tis no time to rest;
The day beckons, it makes the call –
"Work and toil! One and all!"
Dream shall you not, slumped in your throne,
Dream shall you not, slumped in your throne,
work have you got - go be a drone;
Steeped in the twilight, of a computer,
Steeped in the twilight, of a computer,
slog in your cube-dom, for bread and butter;
Slower by the tick, the day moves on,
by eventide, a headache you've don;
Wait! O Sleepyhead, wait for your foam,
Slower by the tick, the day moves on,
by eventide, a headache you've don;
Wait! O Sleepyhead, wait for your foam,
Hold! O Sleepyhead, we’re almost home;
Draw in the shades, turn off the lights,
Draw in the shades, turn off the lights,
crawl in your bed and say Good Night;
Sleep may you now, sleep may you well,
Until the dawn ringeth its bell;
Oh but the sorrow! Oh what a loss!
Oh but the sorrow! Oh what a loss!
Fate, it seems, won’t let you doss;
Sleepy you were, sleep not you why,
O Insomniac! How restless you lie!
Shamanth,
23rd October, 2009
umm...sum day I too wud like to taste that...
ReplyDeletebeing an insomaniac
Arghhh...Story of my life.....:|
ReplyDeleteAnd so well told! :)
Such a sunday night-monday morning poem!
ReplyDelete@diwakar - go watch fight club and then decide if you want to taste insomnia :D
ReplyDelete@ashley - ah! the story HAD to be told! :)
@atrisa - make it every night-every morning poem :)
hehe so true so true...we are all a part of this circle..from start of day to night
ReplyDeleteah such love, such adoration!
ReplyDeletea truer ode to sleep, [or the lack of it, if you please ;) ] i haven't read.
sheesh!
what i cant get over is how every line seems so vivid in my mind
:D
i need some taste of insomnia. Badly suffering from hypersomnia. May be its the smack.
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