IT MADE ME THINK
It’s 1 at night -still leaning to the pillow,
Thinking to the shallow;
Something I want to scribble down,
Few things that were making me wear a crown.
It was taking me to somewhere blue,
Leaving with no clue!
Reaching there I found no trace of bird sing,
But there was all eternal spring
All the giant building seemed like a dot from the top,
There was no metal gate to say stop
I was wrooming in the sky,
As if with the wind I was tie
Ahead there laid an invisible road,
Like a beds of roses the clouds were thread;
It was all white like a finest wool,
Same like from the pretty lambs we pull;
I was out of humanity’s reach,
Nor could I hear the ocean speech.
The sun ray made my eyes flap,
Finding myself on heaven’s lap.
When I turned to the right, man sitting hand held tight,
All I could ask, “Are we tied with some sort of Kite??”
He blocked his eyes with rage,
Thinking he would push me to the cage.
Lifting myself up, I questioned him back!
“Buddy! we are on board- SpiceJet” he said bold,
Now I understand what was the story,
It’s as usual SpiceJet in Glory.
Surprisingly my eyes captured a girl in twenties,
Carrying beauty with her in plenty
She stepped to him: as so I felt,
But asking me rather “Gentleman, Fasten your seat belt”
By: Johncy George (Security Supervisor – Jaipur)
