Humans are Like children when they sleep
They have no wars now.
They spread their hands,
They breathe in the pure rhythm given by God.
They lip-synch like little children,
Hand half open,
Soldiers, politicians
We, the servants, the masters.
The stars stand guard,
A cloud hides everything,
These are the hours when no one hurts anyone.
At that time our hearts can be half-opened flowers
If we can talk to each other.
Like the bees
Words flow
Sat down.
oh God teach me the language of sleep.
©rohith13
R