Dream Poem by yamini peethambaran

thin frames peel electric passages
i pity pauper
outmoded world in her charm
whistles past in bunch of flowers.
magisterially images trespassed
madrigal pitched the mood
dews on the lintel
the perfect has yet to come!
frenetic whispers the breeze
tall reeds nod to the discovery
emotions in array dislodged
garbled indeed!
still i ponder, howl for her
the lust that took many lives
shall one day strike me down
nay succumb but enmesh her