I Imagine This

You imagine me as a beautiful little girl who laughs and leaps with the rhythm of the wind! I imagine you as cupid with five arrows. We will attend a poetry workshop! In the crowd of poets you will get lost and suddenly along the avenue of serene trees, I'll see you with a poetess. You will hold her hand softly, lest her tender fingers get hurt! Both of you are laughing as two happy doves. My time will hang on the wall of eternity. But, This will be the last scene of me before you. But, you won't know- - - - - because, in search of of a quiet place, you will get vanished with her, in the zero point. Me, with folded fist will be back to catch the sodden poem which will drip from my wet eyes as dew-drop, pure but condensed. I imagine this!