Awake

  AWAKE

Millions twinkling stars in the sky

The beauty is a delight to the eye

Marvelling the wonders of the Almighty Knight

Keeps me awake all night


Silence is the king of all 

Peace answers your call

Soaking in this serene might

Keeps me awake all night 


Pops up a thought 

With which in the day I fought

Searching for the answers right

Keeps me awake all night. 


This and That

More than the destiny can grant

Dreaming beyond my sight

Keeps me awake all night. 


What went wrong? 

Who was strong? 

Dissolving the internal fight

Keeps me awake all night. 


Fall makes the knee weak

Future sometimes is bleak

Hugging my teddy tight

Keeps me awake all night. 


Mahatma's rise to fame

How the Luther revolution came

Reading about the success flight

Keeps me awake all night. 


Awake to see the first ray

Awake to breathe fresh at bay

Awake to touch the glistening dew

Awake to smell the coffee brew

Awake to keep the fire Awake

Awake to keep the passion Awake

Awake to awake the sleeping fawn

Awake to awake the world to a new dawn.

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