Downward spiral
‘Indian boy
gets rescued
from hole
as nation
watches’
read the
headline.
Amusing
as it was,
I couldn’t
help but
wonder
how this
drama would
unfold
not above
the ground
but down under
where
this imp
of a kid
lay…
Did he
follow
the rabbit
or did the
local squirrel
make an Alice
outta him?
Did he
chance upon
the absurd
underworld
in his
unconscious
stupor
and grow
three sizes
too large,
playing
party pooper
to poor chatty
bandicoots
who mistook
him for a
hairy barge…
Or did
he meet
the cheshire
chameleon,
who
disappeared
now and then
leaving behind
its smirk —
unsettling
at first;
but on
second thoughts,
a rather
odd quirk!
Or was
he privy
to the
never-ending
tea party,
when
time
stood still?...
No one
seemed to
know…
Though,
a tense nation
continued to
watch with
rapt attention,
the CCTV
footage
of two
weary
eyes
awaiting
rescue.
But,
attempts
only went
askew.
Nevertheless,
countless
prayed..
for the
prince to
emerge
from the
darkness…
And
after 50
long hours,
he eventually did…
As he
woke up,
he saw…
what most
of us
couldn’t see…
that mad hatters
didn’t live
down under,
but they
made up
our reality.
That's when
he surmised
as Alice did,
that being
holed up
made one
queasy,
but worse still,
straddling the
upward spiral
was never
meant to
be easy!
1 Comments:
it's brilliant. glad you're back to blogging. i linked to you!!
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