If I Could Fly...

If I could fly,

I would flee high,

Up into the sky,

Where every night is Diwali,

Resides our Almighty,

And his ruling ecstasy.

Where stars are lover,

Of their velvety cover.

Together they form

Constellations among,

Their vast spread out,

Astro miles away,

Their rapping gleams,

And albumen ray.

I sigh,

For if I could defy,

The heated 'Surya',

I would flee high,

Up into the sky,

To lift it up

From the green paddy,

And move it above

Up into the blue howdy.

You have your adorned 'Rath',

But still on every 'Chath',

Why you move slow

And delay in every go?

Don’t make devotees weak,

With your move slow

Again on this festive streak.

Bless us with light

With your intense bright,

Make us brave

And vanish our fright.

Don’t fold our wishes

Into pile of files,

Like those police cases

In our human races,

Which has no ending,

No justice;

And always kept pending.

This time, do some quicky,

Shower us with love

And some happy squeaky.

Or else I will fly,

I will fly high,

Up into the sky,

Where you live in your hive.

I won’t wait

And make my cries thrive,

I have learnt from my races,

So I won’t forget to carry,

A token of bribe…

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(Happy Festive lights, and a very Happy Chath Puja to all my friends... :) )