These hardships shall lend you a hand.
Those pricky fingers and burning band.

As ticks and tocks, takes away all sleep.
Yes body worns out, it hurts till deep.

Heart with desire asks to leave.
It begs to have at least some pity.

Sleep too calls and night too falls.
It's upto the choice how you'll be
reborn.

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