Yesterday, the fan <br />In the hall fell down <br />Making a sound like <br />A bomb exploding <br />Over our glass dining table <br />Crashing it to smithreens <br />Breaking the bottom glass <br />Also, to thousand pieces <br />Three seconds later <br />My wife left from the chair <br />Directly sitting under the fan, <br />To cook a new dish, <br />Near to where the gods idols <br />Are kept for worship, <br />Not even scrathing her skin, <br />Escaping a big Accident <br />Waiting to happen, <br />Where as if providence <br />Saved us from a major mishap, <br />It was nothing but, <br />A close encounter of third kind.<br /><br />RAVIKIRAN ARAKKAL<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/close-encounters-of-the-third-kind/
