Vineyard Dream Poem by Abinesh Anbazhagan

Was waiting in fruitful grape shop in a scorching summer
A drop of it? Lots of green grapes, but not for me
Valued my time, in the dark forest and dull light labs
But I got water, although not a grape juice

Time flew, it took me to an angel
A young angel!
Without much of a thought time,
I designed a position to myself and for her

Likely we were, lovely she was
Lonely I was, Lord as, she was
Was lying in a graceful vineyard,
Had no time to neither think grape shop or a drop of it!

Values of time in dark and dim, forest and lab
I counter and focus just to pass it,
For her with her,
For me, with me, she thought too!

Would be enough of enjoying such a graceful vineyard,
One of a millenium, a day together,
We dreamt while eyes closed, not slept!