Sleep Comes to the Worthy

By Swati Singh

Sleep comes to the worthy and the weary,

It comes to innocent, oblivious souls.

To the phone scrollers, the burnt-out, the anxious dreamers,

It is a luxurious getaway from reality.

But isn't it unfair?

Unfair that even sleep isn’t shared equally?

After all, sleep comes to all, even

The greedy, the corrupt, the scum of humanity

Are granted more hours of blissful rest than those who toil,

Those who build, those who protect, those who love.

Perhaps, the key is persistence,

Whether you be good or evil, zealous or lazy,

If you do what you do insistently,

Feel no regret, no guilt, no fear,

Sleep will come.

By Swati Singh