Book In Bed Poem by Naveed Akram

Book In Bed



The blanket and a book, what is there?
One you sleep in, one you share.
Enough water and ice in the making,
Giving some of the bellyaching.
A sleeping knowledge acquires taste,
Where is it factually based?
The sleep is inhabiting the sleep,
This can be rather cheap.

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Naveed Akram

Naveed Akram

London, England
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