As If... - Poem by Shreej k.c
She peeps out of frosty window pane
half awake in the dawn
stunned to see her dream from last night
pasturing in the lawn, a unicorn!
Steaming breath at a quickened pace
she draws running her finger on
the frosty mist, a big smiley face.
Her fervour fizzles soon as she notices
through eyes of the non-digital emoticon
a Mule grazing on the garnered corn.
Embarrassed to have misled
seeing her pained, pale, colours fade
the frosty mist melts into drops
clearing view. Still sits the dope
staring at the Mule as if her graceless
fairy dust grows it's horn innate
entices a non-ruminant to ruminate
as if unicorns exist, as if miracles happen
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