My Dreams

a poem by Meenakshi Verma Dr

A frightened wet timorous lot
sulking in musty desolate nook
Fanciful creatures of ultra vision
finding themselves in dreary lands
wary of thumps and threats juvenile
stultified non-entity My Dreams
bemoan the slap of benign treachery.
Milky white agonies brighten up
the dark fields of aborted dreams.