11- The Pilot Of My Dreams

When I was a little boy, I wondered if I could fly I spent my time looking at the clouds in the sky With my eyes I followed the birds when they went so high And In the neighborhood I ran after every butterfly ..

Like an architect I've drawn some amazing flying objects And I was serious about all my wonderful projects I made many paper planes in every possible way And from my little window I've seen the wind taking them away ..

My friends loved to play peter pan and the pirate But in my corner with my dreams I was the pilot Oddly, I have become an ordinary teacher I deliver the learnings to my students like a preacher ..

And my gentle words, echo in the walls, like butterflies they go From my mouth into the minds of the kids like flowers they grow We fly over the world by riding the pages of every book And we land our imagination everywhere we look ..

We travel all over the time to meet all the poets and writers And we relive all the great battles like pilots of jet fighters My name in every heart that I touch still rise Like the great pilot of my dreams, never dies ..

“Once you have tasted flight, you will forever walk the earth with your eyes turned skyward, for there you have been, and there you will always long to return.” ― Leonardo da Vinci