A shower like rain
enliven the dawn.
Cool and pleasant
the garden appears
fresh and lively.
The droplets on the flowers
glitter like diamond,
the leaves shine
as emerald, emanating
a soft silky reflection.
As if in a trance
I stand all the while
holding to the gate without
opening, with the keys.
The paper boy
throws the papers
with a force the papers
strike me on the cheeks,
I shudder, take a step backward,
with that to the mundane.
I start hearing the car horns,
the street vendors calls,
and in motors the milkman
with his pail. Deluge of reality
devastates the illusion, I mumble.
Meenas Poems 