Time Machine

In the midst of my sweet childhood days I came across a gorgeous machine. It was known by different names But I called it my time machine. A big roar, heard in the beginning When I watchfully switched it to life. I was in the middle of a battle Fought around a century ago. People, people running all around Fighting without a reason I know. Roars of victory and screams in fear I failed to grasp their different tongue. Back of horses, on the elephants They fought a battle unlike to me. Scenes of horror and bloodshed I saw Closing my eyes I pressed the button. Quiet different scenes I opened In a beautiful well-furnished room Witnessing an intense private scene The meaning I couldn't comprehend. It was surely in someone’s bedroom Possibly a newly wedded one Doing in light, should be in the dark I changed the scene pressing the button. Different images flashes in front Again fallen to a battle field Alien I was and alien it is People around and the way they fight. It was in a different planet Rounding around a bright little star. They are different and their weapons Even the light different from us. Then I decided to check the options Of this marvelous magic machine. It can crop centuries to an hour And can extend an hour to a year. It takes you to places in a blink Even to somewhere outside the earth To the new cities, towns or villages And the deepest forest or the sea. While I was admiring the machine A clear loud rumble came from my back. Not from the machine sitting in front It was from the real world where I live. ‘Switch of the TV, go to your room To complete the homework, remaining’ My father is strict and to be obeyed But I will come back, dear time machine! Honorable Mention in STRAND SPECIAL 7 ,any form ,any theme Poetry Contest sponsored by Brian Strand