Wishing horse

One night there struck me a thought. What if all the riches of the world i bought? Then I would be a princess with full power to access all the worldly wonders. My presence would make the cloud thunder and the earth surrender. Then I would stop the unending plunders. In the next thought I became a beggar who just at the doors had to stagger and who was at the mercy of gods daggers. This magic was being done by my minds wishing horse which wanted to take me places. This sudden change was coming in phases. I had a feeling of wonder in me in huge traces. I thought I was a dancing doll who was a bit long and a bit short. And who carried a honey filled magical pot. Next I was a demoness on a throne. I was a pretty jungle girl whose necklace beautifully in golden sunsets light shone. I became a night rider, then a kite flyer. I was a mercy messiah who helped people by being a joy giver and sorrow buyer. Then I became a ball who was sorry because he was not tall and just a lonely small ball. Then I  became a pooch whose eyes were on a beautiful brooch out of its reach. No one was able to good manners him teach. Now I became a fat puss who made a mess and who drank the milk and so was in distress because of her mistresses strict scoldings and long stick. I also became a garland of rose who was crying because his non existence and ultimate death was now minutes close. I became a proud pot whose pride got a blow when it got broken by a boys stone throw. I became a matchstick who lived short and died quick. I also became a chick who was once in the thin and once in the thick. My wishing horse was running fine. But now to get up was the time. Suddenly I thought I was a simple girl who had to get up and go to school, do all the homework yet be called a jerk and this made me lose my cool. This was done by the wishing horse and I was again filled with remorse. I got up transformed from a coolie to a foolie and thus got a grand googly.

Published by ambikajha

I am Ambika Jha.I like to write on different topics.I feel life is too short for anything.So let us work our best in the given time and let life's music be in rhythm and rhyme.So be your best and never stop to learn and write.

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