It is happening
every day in the morning
between 2.30 and 3
I see a beautiful swan
descending from heaven
sails as elegant as she can
raps on my pillow gently.
I do not open my eyes
lest, she would fly off
pretend to sleep
she walks round my bed
pulls my big toe. I stay
still. She does it again
with force,
I do feel the pain
but keep my eyes closed
She flutters, her wings strike
my face, It being harsh
I say aiyo. That gives out
my status. Opening my
eyes I find darkness.
It is but a dream
a pleasant one may be
giving me a chance
to espy a beauty
one of a swan.
elegant and charming
gone extinct long back.
Meenas Poems 