Sauntering through the world of dreams
where everything seems to be fantastic
with pride and joy gathering in a beam
where nothing creates anything agnostic
she sleeps through the night in a gleam.
Come morning she has to face the real
where everything appears to be drastic
with duty and work leading to an original
where all things are weighed by a yardstick
she passes the day with absolute trial.
Meenas Poems 