The cat

It was the old Chinese cat
It was not that it was old
Nor that cat from China
But it was a Chinese's cat

The cat was awfully proud
Of its wonderful fur coat
It always knew very well
Of its awesome beauty

It never knew modesty
Or else it would be saint
It walked as if the world
Was conquered by itself

But now it had an envy
A jealously in the brain
It was because of Tom
The ugliest street cat

That awed a Korean cat
On the other side of hill
Now the old Chinese cat
Was streaming with envy

It would trade the world
Just to get to the other side
Oh! Such a poor cat it was
Little did it know about Tom!

The cat set out packed full
With food to last till the end
With the best designer wear
To the other side of the hill

Not knowing the other side
Was the dog side of the world
It took the big road journey
Crossing the green corn fields

Passing over the little streams
And the blue and red streets
It passed over the millstone
And even the widow's cottage

At last it reached the other side
It was the dog-meeting day
And so all the dogs were gone
The cat went till the city square

The very place of the meeting!
Shocked it was to see the dogs
Chased by every mutt and cur
It ran for its life so dear

Never again did the cat envy
Any other creature alive
For its wonderful beauty
That exceeded it's own

The pinnacle

When you see beyond the blue,
Your dreams will be still higher;
No horizon shall ever set a limit
Fate will refuse to make a blame
Steadily firmed onto the mount
Reaching higher with each step
Never ceasing as a swift river
While the world will stand n' stare
I can promise you for sure that
The pinnacle has been reached.

What if

If fishes could fly
If it were a butterfly
Bubbles would be in air
Waters would lay bare.

If fishes has feathers
And all of it's brothers
Would fly into the air
And play there very fair.

If birds could swim
Then waters would hymn
Sky would become water
If so, will it even matter?

If I could be happy
We would be chappy
And chatter without pause
There would be no gnaws.

Love would be in air
As happy as a mare
Each day would smile
In its veru own isle.

The nightmare

Many have dreams to pursuit
But I have a dream of my own
'Twas not ambition nor goal
But a plain, mere vague dream
Like the one at a troubled night
It might have a meaning of its own
Which surpassed my understanding
Each day I sit all alone by myself
Trying to make out what it was
I relate it with all that I know
But efforts end only in vain
All my experience fail terribly
My dream became my mare
I wish I knew myself better
Maybe one day I'll for sure
Discover my dream to make it true