The speaker is struggling with extreme exhaustion and fatigue. Their body is failing them as their legs have no power, their throat is hoarse, their eyes are puffy and bloodshot, and their fingers can barely move. They feel too tired to even notice hunger or swat away mosquitoes. As their exhaustion overwhelms them, they plead with God to bless them with sleep before they collapse, unable to stay awake any longer.

1. GOD PLEASE BLESS ME WITH SLEEP
The power in my legs was gradually diminishing; the toes of my foot were chafed and
red at their edges,
The chords of my throat were dreadfully hoarse; the saliva had almost dried up in my
mouth,
The sockets beneath my eyes were puffed and as black as coal; with the eyeball
appearing as if soaked in blood,
The fingers of my palm were leaning heavily towards the ground; unable to rise an
inch despite my most resilient of attempts,
The food in my stomach had slept hours ago; and sensations of hunger had
disappeared into thin oblivion,
The blood in my veins flowed slower than the lazy tortoise; my heart beat couldn't be
heard even through the most intricate of machine,
The mosquitoes hovering around my ears were having a merry time; as I felt too
nimble to order them to go,
The flames of fire leaping up my body were stupefied; as I didn’t move the slightest;
try as hard as they could to increase their fury,
The hollow of my arms had refrained to form sweat; as the perfume bottles on the
mantelpiece staring longingly at me to be used,
The pile of electricity bills kept augmenting; as I had neither the capacity to read
them; nor the power to shut the switches at whisker lengths from my palms,
The flesh of my body remained as limp as wax; even when poked by burning needles,
The alphabets embossed in bold fonts on the walls; appeared as if engulfed by a
pool of sea water,
The words emanating from my young and robust mouth; sounded as incoherent as
the ghost's speech,
The clothes encompassing my persona fomented people to laugh; as I wasn’t even
aware that I had worn my pant in the area reserved for my office shirt,
The time in my watch seemed to be well past midnight; although the day had just
crept up from the sky,

2. The lights on the street seemed dim and fading; as I inadvertently crashed my scooter
against decaying heaps of garbage,
The figure of my wife appeared to be double; as I started having nightmares of
handling two instead of one,
The people sitting around me had started to get tremendously bored; as I yawned
thunderously each time I felt provoked to speak,
The lids of my eye incorrigibly fell down; each time I gathered a battalion of
attendants to pull them up,
And before I fell on the ground never to rise again;
GOD PUT ME TO REST, GOD PLEASE BLESS ME WITH SLEEP