My body is fevered; eyes are closed
From the darkness around me
Emerges she; like a beam of light
Like an angel she sits beside
My bed, but I can't see her still
My eyes are closed, yet
Her smile brings respite to soul
Her fingertips with abundance of warmth
Innocence exuberates from those lovely eyes
My body starts to feel so wispy
I open my eyes into veracity
No one there, besides my bed
But still those eyes linger in my mind
I was then a child
When I sensed it first
I knew I had something
But no idea what it was
I kept it with me. For then,
I knew not what to do
Later in life, when I looked back
It was there lying in the dust
I picked it up
Rubbed it on my clothes
Expecting the genie of Aladdin
But I got a different kind of treasure
An abundance of joy and ecstasy
A feeling like never before
A feeling that I could enjoy
The morning paper fallen in a puddle of water
The milkman been chased by a dog
A dead frog on my doorstep
What’s wrong??
Oh ya..It is 13th the Friday
What else can go wrong today?
Thinks me and steps out
A black cat scowls alarmingly
I run; lest it cross my path!!
Smack!..I crash into someone
The hot glares, the mutual apologies
Oh ya..It is 13th the Friday
I walk rubbing my head
What else can happen today?
The bus leaves the stop
Just as I reach there
Some snob in the bus
Gives me a sneering smile
Bang! Goes the bus tire
Well…It aint his day too
Oh ya..It is 13th the Friday
