The UFO

Rajesh Sundaram

One hundred magnificent dark horses,

pulling a brilliant golden chariot.

Can't see the charioteer, the rein holder... as I strain into the sky

The wheels don't move as the carriage flies

No headwinds, no tailwinds

Just an aura that almost blinds me

I shield my eyes and look again

The horses, the carriage and the aura are all gone

I smile and move on, the UFO is gone