Poet….huh!!!Am I?

I was ransacking my bookshelves in the name of cleaning & jst stumbled upon my school calender, a very old one.There was a poem [As I call it] written in my own sprawly handwriting. Here it is…

I wish I were…..
I was on my maiden flight
    enjoying the dizzy heights,
I felt I was a kite,
    flying free in sky.

Curious, I was to know about the crew,
    the attenstion of airhostess,I drew.
When I stretched my hands to
    take some sweets which are few,
She asked me how many I would like to chew?

She had gentle looks and soft voice,
     smiling face ;full of grace,
Curious passengers were full of enquires,
     to whom she has her pleasing replies.
It said that her salary was attractive,
                          indeed her job too.

I wish I were an airhostess
      flying in the air,with a beautiful dress,
Flying round and round,
        up in the sky.

Do u call this a poem? When did I write this? It is dated as
June-18th,1998.I never remember writing one such poem.I don’t think so
I can write one{Atleast of this level} now.

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Jaggy said…
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11:12 AM
Jaggy said…
Hmmm... Nice poem...
I love poems... these are expressive in few lines... even i love to write to poems... I tried my luck once in Tamil... it came somewhat ok... will try writing in English soon...
11:14 AM
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