HALLUCINATIONS

A white light glimmers in the distance,

A horse comes galloping and raises its stance,

Its white mane flowing like rays of silver,

And fur as straight as arrows in a quiver.

The meadow is lit with golden rays,

Shaking its mane the horse says,

‘Beware the ides of March’,

Swaying nobly like a patriarch.

I don’t understand it’s meaning,

The horse does talk, gleaming,

There is a tone of authority in that voice,

That checks everyone who makes a wrong choice.

The ides of March have indeed come,

I do not sense anything amiss,

The streets don’t smell of food n liquor,

Coz it’s the death anniversary of Caesar!

Confused, I shout out ‘loud,

I don’t get any hint of answer,

Mum wakes me up with a cup filled to the brim,

I have been away in 43 BC Rome in my dream!!!!!

Idiotic poem to write