Secluded stroll on a lonely field, <br />Barren it was with no yield. <br />Unpleasant gusty winter, <br />Whispering rain, Shouting thunder, <br />As I was free so the nature, <br />Nothing to hide or chide. <br />Wondered I and at my surprise! <br />Seen something shining like eyes. <br />Mind jumped and thought; cobra or rattle? <br />With courage moved ahead, it was a bottle. <br />A 30 ml. corked container of homoeopathy <br />Medicine and some sorts of telepathy <br />Buzzed in my ears, for a while stood like a pup. <br />With glows but took my hanky and picked it up. <br />Smoke like creature in human shape <br />Glowed like LED miniature on a map <br />Signaled me to open the cap. <br />As I opened the cork <br />There was a gigantic DJinny <br />Big face and teeth, like a fork <br />‘My Master I am here for your wish’ <br /> Initially I took it as tyranny <br />Insisted many times repeatedly. <br /> <br />“If cannot completed your wish, <br />I am not going to get my freedom” <br /> <br />With rabbit heart and like a child <br />Uttered I, solemnly, softly and mild <br />Take out the cruelty from the earth. <br />And put into the heart, a childish mirth. <br /> <br />He jumped and stood face to face <br />He grinned and cried, Lord’s grace <br />Please change the wish or put me in <br />Put me in, come on put me in <br />Your are the slave of humanity jinn <br />Put me in. come on rascal, put me in <br />With Cry went he, in the small bottle, . <br />Without cruelty this world be taste less <br />His shout and cry: - <br />No one will worship the Lord <br />I can’t afford, I can’t afford <br />Burry me deep, burry me deep <br />I dug and buried him with cork. <br /> <br />Still he comes in my dream and whisper <br />Change your wish and set free O My Master. <br />One day I whispered set me free <br />Put me inside the bottle and dig <br />Near mango tree, <br />I am willin to be a tree <br />Where I can provide shelter and peace <br />To travellers and home to the wings <br />Hidden, I can hear the laugh of children.<br /><br />Aftab Alam<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/willin-to-be-a-tree/
