Miracle
Jul 21, 2017 · 1 min read
( written at age 13years)
‘Ugh!’ said the woman in disgust,
Seeing the black podgy man.
He’s no one you can trust,
Even to clean your car’s dust.
Hearing that the dark man cried
‘Hey Behanji!’
‘I am not that frenzy’
‘Get out!’ the woman said,
Gone all pink and red.
Tell me who you are,
Or I’ll kick you till Bihar.
As he went, he kicked the car
And soon on his head was a bucket of flour
So eventually he was not far from Bihar
Soon he was selling Khad
Just two minutes baad
I often wonder and ask dad
Could it be Lalloo Prasad?
A white light flashed bright
Blocking away all my sight
Soon the bright light vanished
And worries were all banished
It was half past eleven
And guess what, I was in heaven.
