A Journey into Broomland

I am a witch, though a bit different,

As I am really a fashion freak!

I like all the branded goods in my house, and

I prefer them for my external use;

I always carry a magical broom

In my hands to make the humans dance,

To my tune; but I found of late that

It is not working in proper style;

Possibly It has gone old and worn-out, unable

To send them into a state of trance ;

So, I’m trying to buy a branded one,

Which is not available in the nether world;

My more than contented friendly witches,

Are busy spreading their vicious nets,

To snare the humans in their bait;

They feel free to roam anywhere without

Any sense of time, and they least care

About the ideas of destiny and fate;

As humans on earth are hungry for brands,

I want to create a brand of my own,

Using my new broom of branded name;

I will inculcate in their minds a brand new process

Of thinking; they will learn the witchcraft fully,

And will gradually shed the humanitarian feelings;

There will be more witches in the guise of humans

To make this earth a veritable hell;

With this magical broom, I will extend

My regime’s limits, where

I will enjoy the pinnacle of power;

Seeing the plight of mortals on earth,

I am going to relish my laughter days for long,

And will prefer a long and happy ride.