Deep trouble sometimes
I have deep trouble sometimes in night I have tried number of times to make it right Still it has not improved and I live with it It is now not new for me and can no longer fight I may take care not to snore heavily Even though it used to come of its own readily We had accepted the fact very happily It was still not ignored easily It may disturb a person sleeping at some distance I was awakened at night number of times I may feel sorry for them but had no choice As I was unaware of the magnitude of noise At one night she woke up from sleep She was dreaming sound and deep She might have seen some dreaded dream All might have swept on her as team She was breathing heavily with fear I made her comfortable at once to bear She was still screaming and begged for disturbance I consoled her to forget it at once She was of very mild nature Before going to sleep, she will make it completely sure She will see to it that it is available ready next day This was her specialty and unique way She is fully devoted and keep everything stored in her mind She won’t disclose it to any one and take care that no one finds In doing so she may struggle at night to forget In dream also she may find it hard to let In both the cases the mind plays an active memory box It is usually a guarded secret but acts as cunning fox No one know at what times it will choose invade? It will strike at once make you unstable and fade So when she screamed at high note everybody rushed Children thought I might have scuffled with her and pushed But picture became clear when she clarified It was over now and everybody got satisfied The children were grown up and fully matured The matter was not dragged further to be slurred It puts you in odd position if it is taken otherwise It may so happen that anybody can blame much to surprise As mind is never put to rest It will function all the time at its best It may prove some times an acid test As what will be revealed very next? Everything is omitted at night from the masked soul You have unconscious mind at rest but speaks no foul It is exact replica of what had transpired in a day The mind has its own pattern to act in a way
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