IMAGINATION

Listen up people, this one is just another wild imagination of mine,

Spare ten minutes, you too imagine my thoughts, while reading you align,

My notion I present with my insight, please don't think I am insane,

Night of melancholy, I found these precious views, being very mundane.

Commence your imagination as I put forward every event that occurred in progression,

"Sleeping by the window, drops of rain open my eyes from a sleep of depression,

Surprised to discover myself lying on a tattered bed in an antediluvian cottage,

Millions of questions arising in my mind as the surroundings looked so vintage.

Getting down from the bed and I loitered around the hut fear growing inside,

Finally finding the exit door, reaching out for it making a long and hasty stride,

Rolled my eyes to observe that I was in the green woods, the scene was serene,

Dumbfounded to find a heavenly figure, called itself an angel, it had the sheen.

Curiously I asked, "Tell me angel, who is the strongest person on this earth?"

Vision it created, a fierce battle was being fought on the field of green swarth,

The fearless man won the battle, I saw him directing himself towards me in his course,

Slowly out of the dark he appeared, I saw the angel riding that greyish black horse.

Bewildered I asked again, "Tell me angel, who is the happiest person, the one you know?"

Vision it created, I watched a prince holding his throne, in the freezing cold winter snow,

He was an obedient son, a benevolent and a loved ruler, and a true lover with an unmatched vim,

Inquisitively I saw, the standing prince was again the angel, bowing down to me dressed in his prim.

Perplexed, so I asked again, "Tell me angel, what is the most beautiful thing you have seen?"

Vision it created, popped out was a rose, idol of Nefertiti, diamonds that began to careen,

I had expected the figurine of Taj Mahal or the mesmerizing Niagara falls, it had denied,

To my astonishment it showed the snap of the angel himself, standing stiff holding its pride.

Failing to believe, lastly I asked, "Tell me angel, who are you? From where have you emerged?"

The angel spoke for the second time, said "I am your angel" and suddenly it had disappeared.

Horrified blue night, I got back to my senses and saw myself staring at the mirror with predilection,

Ecstatic, realized, a lesson learned when the angel departed, winking at me being my own reflection."