Day Dreaming

Day Dreaming.

When he was perspiring and sweat drenching,
his cotton shirt to squeeze and wring strong,
exhaling the heat of the tiled house,
feeling the comfort of the Air-conditioned,
himself pacified, he was only dreaming, not deceiving,

Bread and rotten tomato sufficed his hunger,
gulps of street tap water coming in murk
and mud quenched his thirst,
imaginary sip of coke and apple juice,
himself pacified, he was only dreaming, not deceiving,

cotton multi-colored patches, a shirt to be proud about,
it found its place on the hanger well in tout,
simple towels and torn pieces to cover his chest,
Self-admiring in the robes of silk and velvet,
himself pacified, he was only dreaming, not deceiving.