My Imagination


This was my first attempt to write a poem, at age 11.

My Imagination

My Imagination sails so high,
like the clouds in the sky
sailing by, by and by
Oh so high, Oh so high,

I imagine trees,
which grow pizzas,
instead of leaves
and instead of fruits
they grow toffees

I imagine that I would have,
a power of making wishes come true
by which I would be become,
a super hero

But whatever I imagine
can't always come true
as for it is
a big truth in life too

By: Gautam Jain
Date : 18/1/05

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