Paper Plane

A child when cry, 

Parents want to divert him in many way, 

My father always makes a paper plane to play, 

Playing paper plane I always enjoy. 

Usually I asked my father, 

How far I can go with this plane rather, 

He always say you can go every where, 

I keep always it in mind and forget never. 

One day I slept with my paper plane, 

After some time I felt I am flying alone, 

I am revolving around the moon, 

Twinkling stars are coming soon. 

I roamed around the universe, 

I thanked my paper plane of course, 

Suddenly my sleep breaks, 

I found myself on bed holding my plane as always.