One day this happened to me,
That after the evening
Pleasure climbed my door
Entered my home.
And
Whispered in my ear.
Whispering like bird chirps.
I was shocked for a while
Because
I had heard that jangle voice
Sometimes
In the fields.
Had seen same pleasure
Sometimes flying in the sky.
I met with same pleasure,
Sometimes walking on my way.
I had shaken hands with pleasure,
Sometimes in the morning breeze.
I had loved that pleasure,
Sometimes at sky-high roof.
I had conversation with pleasure,
Sometimes in the darkest nights.
I had picked that pleasure,
Sometimes from jubilant plants.
By the way
I had kicked that pleasure
Sometimes
When I ghosted all my dreams.
But
I had missed the pleasure
Sometimes when I was alone.
And
Pleasure whispered that,
She likes my way.
She could be mine,
By putting her hands in mine.
With magnificent look,
I embraced her request.
Sometimes
I feel happy on my decision.
Now I live with pleasure,
In my dreams.
I feel tranquil at all !