The Climate Change.. Poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi

You have come in my dreams,
While I have the nap and sleep,
You have the perfect smile and,
Laughing eyes, gelled hair and,
Naturally Varnished lips,
That figure is simple, yet attractive,
That figure has no well,
Still spends the thought,
That figure has no spring,
Still I can swing and have fun,
You have come in my dreams,
You spoke the lovely words,
As the new snow in the old world,
We can drench, once the snowflakes melt,
You are too lovely and smart to secure my heart.