A Midsummer’s night dream

             A Midsummer’s night dream 

                

                 The stars to winkle

                 its eyes in dizziness,

          The silvery moon to Grace the occasion;

          and to spread its aroma around.

                 The sporadic cool breeze

                 to whisper its secrets in melody;

      

                 The misty air which seems like

                  celestial damsel spreading her drape.

     

                  Silently I moved the curtain veils off;

                  Enjoyed it till the dawn.

                  My sleep, I guess, the damsel stole;

                  Until she lifted herself up towards the heaven.