11 The Shooting Star - Poem by Athul KrishnaA
I was looking the stars one night,
On a clear new moon night,
When suddenly I saw a shooting star
Coming nearer me
Just like in a dream
It landed just beside me
Oh! It was burning
But cold; and then
Without a warning
A small hand from inside
Pushed me in suddenly!
I saw a small man
The size of a dog
With very small hands
And really long legs,
Looking at me with snake-like eyes
He turned around and oh!
He had the back of a fish with
Small wings the size of a mouse
He pressed a small button
In front of me lay wonderful feast!
I started to eat greedily,
But stopped as something changed in me
I soon became just like the man who pushed me in!
Suddenly something queer started happening
Every thing shook violently
And water was poured all over me
I closed and opened my eyes
To face my very cross mother! ! !
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