The Surreal World Poem by Ipshita Chaki

It rained from the earth and we waltzed on the sky,
No soul was coerced to bid life goodbye.
The Guns sprouted roses and thorns were all woolly-
Everybody loved the well-behaved 'bully'
The flowers chirped merrily and the birds smelled divine,
Every thought was healthy and every night sunshine.
Hey, parents don't you worry if your little girl is late
Cause in this surreal world no one suffers that fate.