A Beautiful Dream

I was walking down the beach;

I found someone crying,

I followed the sound enrich;

And saw her to get set free she was trying.

Her tail was a wonder;

Which I had never seen,

Her hair was just a thunder;

Stuck in sand it was been.

I gazed at her again and again;

She was exactly a mermaid,

All her efforts were in vain;

'Let me get free ' - She said.

I tried my best to help her;

She denied it in imprudent mood,

Below her waist; pearls were improper;

She wept on murmuring her childhood.

Let me have a cup of vintage;

That I lent you a year before,

That's why my crying was montage;

Like your dreams beautifully off-shore.