The night is standing at my door
Like a much-concerned mother
Asking me to take a break
And go to her fold to relax.
It won't be wise to ignore her,
As I too, am feeling tired
And she is a true well-wisher
Offering the much-needed rest.
She is standing at my door
Promising to rejuvenate my mind
So, humbly I surrender myself to her care
The unfinished work, I will resume later.
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