Close Encounters Of The Third Kind

A streak of light emanates so bright,

In the clear sky at midnight.

I crane my neck out to see it clearly,

The light rushes at me, blinding me nearly.

‘We are not alone’ my mind tells me,

Out I rush to the spot where it fell to see.

A stunned- looking alien climbing out of the cockpit,

Of a giant lean and mean rocket.

It grabbed my hand and spoke in a language unknown,

Then its voice faded to a low-pitched tone.

I shrugged and indicated that I didn’t understand,

It zapped me and took me back to its land.

When I woke up, I could see the stars,

I don’t believe what I see, I think its Mars.

I was put on a float and paraded around,

I felt too terrified to realize what I had found.

They treated me well, gave me some water to drink,

‘Water on Mars?’ Strange but I started to drink.

Finding that the water was as pure as it could be,

To my surprise I splashed it all over me.

I sat up all of a sudden to find,

That it all had been a trick of my mind.

I could see my mother laughing in glee,

So, she was the one who threw the water at me.

I let out an inaudible scream,

With the realization that it all had been a dream.

Pranav R of XII B