Swapping Places

What if I were a bird or a tiger? What if butterflies and bees are human? And tall bamboos were brooms sweeping Streets of heavens while lilies were citizens Of the skies and frogs are rulers of the universe! May be then, stars were teardrops of gods And goddesses who lamnted upon the blunder They made when we were created, With our scheming intelligence. The sun, pethaps, was supposed to be a spicy fruit; And the moon, obviously, a sliced watermelon! Soul of a cat roared, inside me, And a hand as large as a country, Descended on my face and a mouth As wide as the sea of hatred we brewed In our cardiac jars opened, And asked me -What would you like to become, If given the chance? I replied - A feather in the headgear of a chief Called Laughing Bear, who wielded a quill Called poetry! And I woke up with a head-banging hangover.