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In the arms of deep sleep, not awake
Wandering in search, me an insomniac.
Many a questions ,I have asked myself
MY innerself did make a try
In this very world of pleasures
I did ever think who am I ?
I became unconscious almost black
Fighting to come out, me an insomniac.
There are many things to watch
On many ocassions, I put my life to test
To test my deep inside inner strength
I will survive or not as the rest.
Somewhere I failed but somewhere me on the track
Understanding the rules , me an insomniac.
For the survival in this world
What are the things one need to possess
I am not armed with all these things
when I go to pick, thorn bites with roses.
Just I crawl for life like the snail
Lingering to live, me an insomniac.
Love is what one need to survive
But do anyone get the real one?
I am not destined to get the love
For me God has not made anyone.
Lonely I am with this worldly pleasures
Searching for one, me an insomniac.
Not only me but everyone in this world
Is deprived of the peace of the soul
I and they are fighting to survive
Not satisfied in spite of getting the whole.
Satisfaction comes with peace , one should take
living like me , all are insomniacs.
