Rajesh Sundaram
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
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