He is sleeping.
Finally!! He got his his part of fortune.
While he was on his legs, he had rough journey all alone.
He was tested, tested by all. He never failed but never been free.
He had this art of carrying all his sorrow under the cover of his emotionless dried face which nobody liked to see.
He had fallen.. got up, his steps became weak.. but never stopped.
But after all those miles he walked, now he is stopped. His feet are calm and his body is in supreme peace.
First time in rough restless life, He is sleeping
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