Is she the one?
Is she the one who bridled my handsome twilight dream?
Whilst I was inside my woolen blanket of brown and cream
Ah! Like an awesome golden eaglet’s leisure time fly
She began to travel from the serene and bright blue sky
She drove the cloud without engine or steering or wheel
And reached my vestibule with blossoms of an eternal feel
Is she the one who tickled my disposition with great fun?
And filled my chamber with the luster of hidden midnight sun
Aha! I felt the alluring musk fragrance of an anonymous deer
I removed my curtains and saw the strewn stars smiling in cheer
She narrated about her wondrous world and the weird myth
Although I made much endeavor to cease my overwhelming mirth
Is she the one who grasped my sturdy and brawny wrist?
And compelled me to saunter through the way of milky mist
Behold! The gleam and bliss of wingless lonely glowworm
And listen to the laughter and lament of foolish thunderstorm
She gathered a handful drop of new bashful monsoon rain
I watched the sizzling salsa of bathing dusts in utter vain
Is she the one who submerged me in this pool of sweet honey?
And I struggled a lot with these white ants in deep agony
Oops! Like an earsplitting and terrifying trumpet’s roar
I heard my own irksome and foul smelling very last snore
It befell the truth that I fell from my wooden framed bed
Into the valley of wild trees with leaves in enchanting red
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