Dream

I wrote this poem, about two months back, explaining the reality of the situation at that time, coupled with some imagination.

Dream

I was on cloud nine,
Having been selected,

Agra it was, ITC.

I was hopeful and fine,

Games have started,

She arrived, I see.

She shook hands in line,

Heart rate elevated,

Then, I couldn't see.

I felt soaked in rain,

All neurons erected,

It was bliss, you see.

In the end, it was not my day,

But, yet, she made my day.

The Queen, A Walking Taj, A Distant Dream!

Signing Off, Randy Alstone!

Stay Alstoned!