I swayed my cycle from left to right,
for only yesterday I got the puncture alright,
and now those enemies of the tyre and mine,
were on the road to give me trouble at nine.
Cautiously I observed them in the dim street light
only to find they were more than bright.
I immediately stepped down and couldn’t believe my luck,
they weren’t just glass pieces but diamonds of worth.
I touched one and it became hazy,
the ground started shaking as if crazy.
Shocked and terrified I flickered my eyes,
to find the window streaming sunlight.
‘Oh’, I exclaimed, ‘not again’,
Why do they come in my dreams again and again?
May be diamond merchant is what I’ll be,
or dream merchant is something I’ll surely be.