If Wishes Had Wings Poem by Aniruddha Pathak

Wishes wing their way in thinnest air,
And chase wildest dreams, fair or unfair,
Were they horses, not cars,
Would reach frontiers of stars,
But till man reaches a dreamland fair—
A race of turtle and cocksure hare,
We must breathe poisoned air, grin and bear.
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Air-fuelled car has caught TATA fancy, I read the news line and my mind took off to that distant land and fell back to today's times in a moment. Sure, wishes are like self-lit forest fires. Like electricity they travel instantly on thin wires if not in air.
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Happenings | 02.02.07 |