The Journey Of Mine, To World Of Imaginary Dreams Poem by Sadashivan Nair

Now in late 2050,
The journey of mine,
To world of imaginary dreams;
Don't know,
when my eye lids were shut,
Reached places,
Never reached before;
Sun woke up in shy,
Hid behind the veil of clouds,
Played game of hide and seek;
Sometimes shine,
Sometimes dull;
The leaves were wet,
In morning dew;
Bees were flirting feel the love,
Fluttering wings of hummingbird,
Arousing buds of sexy blossom,
wide opening self and say,
'Come suck my nectar',
'Seek my pollen and seed';
Clouds were pouring Tip-Tip,
Wetting the ground,
Strewing petrichor odour,
Birds in exhilaration tweeting,
Twee... Twee...
Twitee... Twee... We are wet,
The ambiance is for love;
Nature's beauty,
shall be in dream,
Deforestation will warm the globe,
Vales and hills will dry up,
Will be left barren land;
Bees and birds will pay,
For our greedy sin;

© Sadashivan Nair