Dream girl

The sun was high
The sky was glittering
I saw a girl who was shy, shining and shimmering.

I was attracted as a magnet
She paid no interest
Thought, if she could be my mate
But Alas! She was in haste.
She rushed off perhaps to her home
To her hats off,
I couldn’t talk to her because she wasn’t all alone!

This attraction was strange yet true!
I thought was that any flu.
But, I was hit and healthy, fit and fine!
Was she an illusion or the one who should be mine?

This is the question which often disturbs me and then says, “GOOD MORNING YOU ARE LATE, ITS NINE!”