Ramesh T A
A PRETTY WOMAN!
A pretty woman with dreaming eyes
Saw I in a dream island of peace
Full of greenery and flowers exotic!
We had the juice of choicest fruits
That made us energetic to roam
In the paradise of beauty and fun!
Entangled in great rapture both
flew in slow motion over flowers
spread all over green grass land!
How long in that state we were
nobody knew as the island was
meant for us only and not for others!
The pretty woman danced to the tune
Of break dance and ball with me
For long without change till the end!
She was delighted in my company
So much that she was not ready
To leave me even after evening!
I told her that I was a merman and
I had to go to the sea for night rest
But she glued herself to me in silence!
So, we went to the ocean bed
To have enjoyment to her pleasure
Till dawn without knowing time!
As soon as the dawn appeared
She disappeared without imprint
And I realised it was just a dream!
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