I was traveling in a bus which struck in and backed,
Filled inside there was a sack,
Kept in the bottom of the rack,
With some magical pixels which seemed much better than the apple book mac,
Behind it there was a map,
Leading though a new way and sounded like wrap…
Though there might be some gap,
Or turn my brains cap,
The possibilities were filled in a zip that sound of zap…
But finally, I touched the destination and gave it a happiness with a clap,
Gave a humble pat,
Like a squeak of a rat,
And meows like a cat,
With adventures and difficulties all wound in that mat,
And that’s how you fulfill your dreams if you think about that!
                                                             Vishvi. aurora