Dream
Tired of day's hectic job,
I went to sleep in a bed,
Adorned by embroidery,
On white linen,
in pale pink and blue;
two pillows filled of fur,
One for me one for her;
I dont know when she came,
Softly with her fingers,
Touched my lips;
Kissed my cheek,
With rosy glowing lips;
Raised her head,
laid on my chest;
All was in my faded memory,
Soon I fell in deep sleep;
Felt dream forcing in,
Invading sleep;
I fluttered wings and flew,
Over lake,
Over mountain tops;
The golden angels,
Sang their songs;
One by one embraced,
took me in their lap;
Ravishing Odor,
Alluring beauty of angels,
Vacillated in inebriation;
When I woke up,
From winsome sleep;
Smile in my cheek,
Mind was cool,
Again ready for hectic job;
I realized day is fresh,
if dream is festal;
© Sadashivan Nair?
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