It was quarter past twelve. My body was weary, and It was in need of sleep. My inactive eyes saw the bed And i pushed myself off to my bed. Saw the man no like other, Shining in proud saying "she is my tot" Then saw my source of happiness, With a smiling face saying "she is my tot" Sun rays fell on my face to Increase the beauty of my sleep. I opened my eyes which were no more inactive. I got up and looked into the mirror, saying "they are my roots" Oh! Such a beautiful sleep full of dreams it was...