A Weird Dream

A weird dream
P K Routray
Beauty and nectar,
fragrance of the flower,
soft touch of the petal.
are divine blessings to a mortal.
Flying as per will and whim
singing to the tunes of hymn
resting on a slender twig of a tree
to drink the divinity of a flower the bird is free.
Together all bestowed on a tiny bird
to an envious man it is a dream weird.