Without the wings, i can fly
I own a home as big as sky
I sit on same without feeling the heat.
I’m the boss and world is under my feet.
Life is sweet, very sweet...
It’s soft as jelly and bright as cream,
Its 12 in night and i ‘m in dreams
I am shy, i am young
For a girl, I got a pump
I approached her and made a mess,
By surprise- She said me “YES”.
I was happy and i felt Light,
Oh god! ! ! Please don’t end this night
I hope you remember my jelly and cream...
It’s 2 in morning and I’m still in dreams...
Life took turn like a knob,
I soon graduated to search for a job.
Luck was with me, that too in tonnes,
I got entangled in a company,
Soon to become its “only ONE”
About to finish were my jelly and cream,
Its 4 in morning and I’m still in dreams
I got a real kick, at the stroke of six
It brought to an end my virtual flick.
My dad asked me to go and jog.
But answer me-
A guy who has girl, lock and job,
Should he trouble himself for a jog???
More than finished were my jelly and cream,
It’s 7 in morning and i am out of my dreams...
Out of wonderland, I was in work land
Soon I found myself toiling pale and blue,
But believe me
One day I’ll make this dream come true...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
thanx a lot, yeah there are more thoughts to come by