Just a Dream

a poem by Jayaram Chetty D G

Last time I saw a dream,
It was about the same thing,
I saw before;
It wasn’t much I was asking for,
Just a few billion dollars and little more;
Great mansion in Miami,
And one in GK 2;
BMW, Alfa Romeo, Safari,
Pajero, Rolls and a Ferrari;
Models from France, chicks from Italy,
Dancers from Brazil and stars from L.A;
All these became my girl friends,
Including few good ones from Delhi, Bombay.

The only country I belong to,
Is called of Boeing 840;
I have my own fleet of airhostess,
And some of them are really naughty.

I woke up kissing on the Sydney shore,
In Tokyo I sat for sunrise strip down show,
Did heavy workout in Singapore,
With a hearty breakfast in Bangalore.

I reached Moscow for my noon snack,
Taking care of my business from my plane;
After minting few millions from here and there,
Went for a Lunch in Rome, and siesta in Spain.

For evening coffee I was in Sweden
Then in Vienna I saw the setting sun,
After dusk Moved around the free zone in Copenhagen
Before my dinner with the Royal Family in London.

I cross the channel in my boat,
Run my empire through a remote;
With money I bought so much power,
I end up vetoing Security Council’s vote.

After my night walk in Paris,
Shake a leg in the disc of Rio;
After a late night snack in Vegas,
Slept with someone famous in San Francisco.

After a hard week of work and work,
Thank god it is Friday,
Now I can take life little easy;
Go out, have some fun,
Get lost in masti and in party get busy.
Just 60 hours to chill out and grind,
Cocktails so exotic and chicks so hot;
I just travel, cruise and surf,
In my own private titanic yacht.

Moreover all work and no play,
Will make me a dull boy;
It is only once in week,
I get time to enjoy.