A summer Sunday – it was mid noon
A weary wind blew around
And saddled me to sleep
In a slumber mood I saw
A lady with a hearty smile
In her hand she held a rose
Red in colour, rich in fragrance.
‘What is this?’ the lady asked.
“A beautiful red rose!” Answered I
The Lady kissed and smelt the rose
Then she crushed it in her fist
“Now what a stuff is this?
A nameless thing!” – murmured she.
Then she laughed and laughed like a ghost
I woke up from my mid-day sleep
A weary hot wind blew around
I was alone in my room.
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