He came to my room
Hurriedly
Slipped his feet into my black slippers
Lying around,
Carelessly.
As I watched
Half awake
Half asleep
And in a fraction of second
Vanished.
As I woke up
expecting
A hard stony floor under my feet
I stepped on
Green grass
Soft and lush
It was his green slippers
That he had quietly left
While I was sleeping.
Ankush, 27/5/13
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