A Dream

At the seashore, a late evening. The scenic beauty; I am enjoying. People are running; So I am watching. Writing an unfinished story; Continuing from the moment of glory. Shallow waves touches my feet; Makes my feet neat. I am back in my homeland. And it is an epic weekend. Sun is about to set, And my feet are still wet. Here comes the creepy dark cloud; Making loud sound. Thunder is striking, Wind is blowing, And I am singing; A SAD SONG. It starts dribbling, And I am still sitting, soaking. Ferns behind me are dancing; As the wind is blowing. The embracing scenic beauty, Has become dirty. Now it’s gloomy, And I am feeling doomy. Rain is washing off the black ink on my white paper, So I am searching for my draper, While I am still singing; THAT SAD SONG. Its pouring heavy; And I am shaky. The unfinished story; reamains unfinished. Shaky makes me tired. Still I am shivering, And somebody is hugging; It is my husband; And I am being pampered. He is cuddling; While I am still shaking, And I am now having a sound sleep.