A Meeting With the Aliens
Do you believe in aliens?
Yes they are there.
In this world and everywhere.
Once I saw them in a fare.
I was frightened as they were three,
And so I hid behind a tree.
They were filthy and dirty,
They gave me a treaty.
I know this sounds freaky,
But please try to believe me.
They made some strange signs,
Which were out of my mind.
.
And suddenly someone spoke,
It sounded like a croak.
It was talking about something like treasure troves,
Which were situated near the groves.
I was caught in perspiration,
I had no destination.
I went near the yard of cremation,
With the aspiration to save my nation.
I found that it was all my imagination,
As a voice called behind me,
And I found that it was my mommy.
And that croaking voice was my tummy!
Wanting to eat something yummy!
Copyright © Vashita Agarwal | Year Posted 2011
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