A Genie in a Bottle
A light musical note of trumpets in the air,
Room was full of silence
With green dim lights on the wall
And Full moon was peeping through darkness.
Paintings were hanging all over, reeling souvenir,
A mewing voice of cat, resentful!
Those curtains were blowing in the breezy wind,
One black diamond was shining at open door, wonderful!
A table was kept in the middle,
Where a glass jar with wooden cap was placed at the center,
One flexible, flying blue body with sadness in his face
was locked inside, oh dear!
He was hitting the bottle wall with his tiny hand,
Poor devil, mourning for his lost power, humming.
Curiously you pulled the cap, freed the blue genie,
Oh look at that, he was full happy and dancing!
He roamed all over the corner
created a magical sparkle clap, cheering!
He came over to you then and asked
Would you like to wish for something?