‘Let the sun rise and shine,
The work pending
Wait for some more time…
Sleep… my dear sleep,
Let your languorous self
Get some rest deep.
Labour not,
Neither let a sweat drop.
In cloy comfort of you zone be.
Can you hear me? Just sleep.’
Whispered Demon iniquitously.
‘Rise and shine…
Call this day mine.
To the fields you must go
Trees for tomorrow you must sow.
Toil, let sweat flow like a river,
Hard work always delivers!
Let not lassitude catch up
With vitality fill your cup;
Tighten up your sinew
Explore the glorious view
Respire the air crisp
Can you hear me?’ Asked the Angel
With vehemence brisk.
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