I slept late Last night slept Till late today Dreams were beautiful Too beautiful rather Jerked myself suddenly Rubbed my eyes Whacked my forehead Life's not any Stuff of dreams... Welcome to the day 17 of #NaPoWriMo or the National Poetry Writing Month i.e. April. Write a poem with odd number of words in each line and odd number of lines in it. #poemtime #oddnumberedpoem #YourQuoteAndMine Collaborating with YourQuote Baba