A poem can be as nonsensical

Dear friends let's read a nonsense story today.

 A poem can be as nonsensical

 I was on a mild winter afternoon

 I stood in front of Meena Bazar.

 In a slightly depressed manner.

 Then in the sky due to lack of clouds

 The moon looks like a thin slice of cucumber.

 And a medium-sized rat

 Comes walking towards me.

 There is no rat movement in the city streets.

 But I can clearly see that he walks slowly.

 I miss a cat.

 And then

 Last seen two years ago

 I remember a strange dream.

 

 In a dream, there are seven rats and one is red

 Chases the kind of cat.

 The cat runs:

 Run, run, run, run

 Suddenly he becomes human.

 

 At first I was very fond of that man

 Don't take it seriously.

 After paying a little attention, I noticed

 The man running after the rat

 She's actually me.

 I woke up.

 Two years after waking up

 I stood in front of Meena Bazaar.

 The afternoon is soft.

 Moon: Like a thin slice of cucumber.

 The rat walks.

 Lack of cats.

 Thinking about dreams.

 And with the gap of these various issues

 The laces of the sandals on my left foot

 Cut off

  Uncivilized rat.

 Thanks for reading my post.