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?