Imagine, you're in the air, a weightless, frivolous feather,
With the breeze, floating away farther.
Imagine, you're resting on your mother's delicate lap, ,
And she's smiling, calling you 'Her silly ol' chap! '.
Imagine, you're in the vast, mesmerizing space,
Admiring The Great Wall of China on the Earth's face.
Imagine, you're a diabetic, so unlucky,
That you end up at a sumptuous tea party.
Imagine, you're stuck with this miss,
Who's a second away from your first kiss.
Imagine yourself in a dashing red Ferrari,
Speeding on an empty highway, with passion so fiery.
Imagine, you're in a fancy Italian diner,
Aroma of 'Tortellini' giving you pleasure.
If these lines could touch you, Awaken your senses,
Then, I say, you have a great imagination!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
We imagine but when on the opposite side. I mean we imagine our mothers' lap when left alone by the selfish relations. We remember flying like a feather when caught bare hand. we imagine when we have the need....... Good to make me imagine about all the above.