poem-lift
Suddenly the idea of the following poem came up when I was on the way home. Played basketball with Shahid,his cousin and Hanafi. Kinda fun but it seems that me and Shahid is being hit by bad luck. So many shots yet only a few hoop in. Getting to like basketball, its quite fun.
The Lift
The lift was structured
Room enough for two.
And slowly it climbs.
Up and up it goes.
Sliding along the cables.
Robust and tough it was.
Lights were bright and hopeful.
Design was classy and pristine.
Immaculately built it was.
It passed the high mountains,
Through the towering clouds,
Into the stratosphere.
Then, it jerked.
Halt.
The lift,
Hung onto the cable.
It started to, fray.
Lights flickered.
Colour drained.
Swooosh!!!
It went down,
Tugged by gravity.
Sucked down,
All the way.
Now way of stopping.
Wham!!!
It crashes right into the earth.
So severe,
The lift,
To dust.
Ok..I've a feeling that's crap..well, who cares..hahaz :)
::: Predictable :::
The Lift
The lift was structured
Room enough for two.
And slowly it climbs.
Up and up it goes.
Sliding along the cables.
Robust and tough it was.
Lights were bright and hopeful.
Design was classy and pristine.
Immaculately built it was.
It passed the high mountains,
Through the towering clouds,
Into the stratosphere.
Then, it jerked.
Halt.
The lift,
Hung onto the cable.
It started to, fray.
Lights flickered.
Colour drained.
Swooosh!!!
It went down,
Tugged by gravity.
Sucked down,
All the way.
Now way of stopping.
Wham!!!
It crashes right into the earth.
So severe,
The lift,
To dust.
Ok..I've a feeling that's crap..well, who cares..hahaz :)
::: Predictable :::