I do know about magical mystery
But I don’t believe in ancient history.
Women on the broom, fly in the sky
Oh how, it’s a wonder make me to lie.
It’s an unsold mystery there is nothing truth
Because now we take this broom for just
To clean the room.
It’s a world of 21st century
We could fly in air, on the clouds, in the sky,
Upon the atmospheric layer.
Do you think a woman on broom,
Just outside of windows of plane.
The story is only for entertainment,
There is nothing to gain.
Then forget the mystery of magic
Just use your mind for logic.
All rights belong to its author. It was published on e-Stories.org by demand of Pradip Gore.
Published on e-Stories.org on 26.06.2011.
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