I remember waking up confused,
In that dark and lonesome cellar.
Which reeked of all things rotten, that,
Hadn’t been cleaned in a hundred years.
I could hear grieving voices above,
Saw a light shine from the corner.
I dashed up through that open door,
And found women huddled together.
All dressed in white satin sarees,
Some sat dejected, some did pray.
They cried many a crocodile tears,
And I wondered who had passed away!
Between them perched a photo frame,
That swept the floor off my wobbly feet.
Decorated with garlands of fresh flowers,
Oh, oh that photo looked exactly like me!
I couldn’t believe what my eyes just saw,
So I ran in through the back door, in unrest.
Found my mom, she was shocked and confused,
Said “Beta you are gone, Now stay,
In your room. You’ll scare the guests.” 🤣
This poem recalls one of the strangest dreams I’ve ever had! What strange dreams have you people had? Do let me know in the comments section. Or, better write a poem about it, haha!
Take care, people! Keep shining. This is Firefly signing off! 🙋🏽♀️
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