"Good Night"

"Sleep Well"says the bumping bed.
 "Cool, my guy"says the peeping pillow.
  The body does a horizontal break dance,
  Bustling and boxing like a bonny bumble bee.
  Being inclined to sleep,is a begging process.
  Alms is always at the mercy of the giver.
  So is sleep,at the gates of the stony mind,
  Bouncing the tranquilizers,battling for rest.
  To rest in peace,might be easier than
  Vesting oneself with valued sleep of the mind,
  That lets the body earn the fruits of the day.
  A night becomes good,not by saying'good night'
  But by offering sound sleep like a bouquet,
  For a celebration of sure and sustained sleep,
  And not as a bundle of crackers to explode
  As the day's dragons,to drone the sleep zone.
  In between the floor mat and the full moon,
  Sleep passes on,like the fragrance of freedom.
  Watch the new born baby sleeping in the crib;
  Become one,borrowing its freedom for a while.
  The seeds of sleep are sown there for a'good night'.
                                  P. Chandrasekaran.