Queen
Wonder what is cooking!
Had a long, long dream,
Spent time with queen.
She held my cell and I,
Let her keep for the time.
I could not tell her: "No! "
Honestly, had one more!
"Befriend with Kris, "
Suggested the Queen.
The pen name of lady,
Is Ashok, for writing.
She told me…
Meant to give her a card,
On table she lied down,
Was silly, and proud!
Guess, there was a school,
Through which queen, I,
Met, spoke, chatted, talked.
Queen seemed too ancient,
Of techniques, unaware,
Knew not phone's signals!
Patiently, I taught her,
Told me needs two of them:
"For grandchildren! "
Essi, my old friend,
The worker of UN,
Attended a school,
He and I, together!
Dreams are strange…
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