One fine morning, I found myself
In a clean white city,
Felt easy, felt little light
Such as, I got freedom from gravity…
Where I am, I asked,
Someone answered, its Heaven my dear,
Just from the back…
Wow, I am in Heaven!!!
Then where is God?
“I am here my child”
Responded, my Lord…
“You have very little time
To think for a wish.
So make a wish my dear,
I have to rush”
Wishes are the things
That dreams are made of.
Wishes are the desires
That our brain thought up… I know
And I know all that
The storekeeper had no dreams to sell
So I bought the wishes
From the abode of God and the angels…
I closed my eyes and scratched my head,
“I wish I was something else”, I said.
“If I was the most beautiful women,
I could be women without brain.”
Some thought of,
“If I was the most intellectual one,
I could found myself in a miserable situation.”
So, I again thought of,
“If I was the wealthiest in world,
Could I make everything possible?”…
Suddenly I heard
‘Your time is up,
It’s enough time, you are sleeping,
Now wake up, wake up’..
Oh I was in dream!!!
I quite relaxed and
I wish, I pray, finally
‘Not to save me from danger,
But give me the power to win a victory
Over my fear’…