When The Time Comes... Poem by Anandita Bhalerao

When the time comes...
I'll own a car that's a 100-seater,
And the smallest bike (1 centimetre) !

When the time comes...
I'll be the winner of Indian Idol,
Instead of doing nothing and sitting idle.

When the time comes...
The world will be free from cruelty,
Free from terrorists, and will have no enemy.

When the time comes...
No one will die,
No teary relatives who are saying their last goodbye.

When the time comes...
Cows will fly,
And docks will go for classes to learn tie & dye!

When the time comes...
Dinosaurs will rise from the dead,
Except these ones won't have a head.

When the time comes...
I'll turn into a clown,
And wear the dullest colours-black and brown.

When the time comes...
Money will grow on trees,
I'll have my own farm and breed honey bees!

When the time comes...
I'll stop writing,
My new hobby? Biting.

You don't believe me? Then hear this youself-
Tell you what- I don't believe myself!