If.... Poem by prasanna kumari

If....

If I could pull down the starry sky with my own skill
(to illuminate the earth)
If I could exchange the Sun and Moon at my own will
(to control time)
If I could start and stop the rain for water to fill
(to avoid flood and drought)
If I could change my destiny which makes me ill
If I could use words in my poems to add frill

If I could grow wings to fly up to the hill
If I could enjoy the wordless song of the bird's bill
If the sound I heard  in the garden were not so shrill
If the boys I played with were not jack and jill
If I could cry for a chocolate though grown up, still
If you could read this poem with wonder and zeal


(those words in the bracket need not be taken as part of the poem.... that is the explanation for my wild thoughts © Dec 2019, prasanna Kumari)