We are increasingly becoming a land of sleepless people. One of the worst forms of suffering is lack of sleep. We use different techniques like reading before sleep or doing some time-pass on the phone but sleep evades us and we survive another day with zombie eyes and sleepy mind. This one line poem sums up what we need to get sleep.
Phone: Are you alone? Should I come?
Insomniac: No, I’m waiting for my lover.
Switch off. Now. Sleep.