My Interrupted Reverie Poem by hema thasapalan

the sky was blue
the sun was scorching hot
there was not a cloud in view
there was no dew
sitting daintily on my flower crop
all alone i sat
in my humble thatched roof hut
with the radio singing softly
i was transported
to another land
so new and cool
placed high above the clouds
in the abode of angels...
little angels run about and play
my eyes feast on this peaceful sight
suddenly there's a silence
i wake up from my reverie
Oh! NO! Not another power failure again! !