My Blanket

       

A make- shift shelter, installed horizontally,

Between my head and my toes,

A hammock inverted as instant roof,

A breathing space enough,

Well set for my nocturnal lay off,

My blanket bestows upon me,

A haven, safe, serene and secured;

Interventions of light and darkness withheld;

Dreams flow filtered in precision.

Noises of neighbourhood never enter my fort.

Even sunrise is allowed only at the lifting of

My self-styled leeway.

My home within home, with its impenetrable stuff,

Remains an Elysium,built at my will

Meeting the targets of my fancy mill.

                                                  P.Chandrasekaran.