the sky was blue
and moon was high
clouds were hidden
and rain was pouring
painter was creative
and started writing
a seedless garden
and it was flourishing
the bright sunlight
and it was darkening
the utter reality
and i was imagining
wind was still
and hair were gust
eyes were shut
and i was watching
the untold truth
and i was believing
life was dead
and i was breathing
and the only thing is
i was only dreaming!!
meenamustafa 
