Disclaimer: This poetry contains melancholy, and depressing content.
“Sailing through the cosmos,
In the ship of stars,
My life illuminated,
By a few plastic lights,
And distant stars,
Never did I once think,
My life would end, in such a melancholy way,
But because of one mutiny,
My whole crew dead,
And my life crippled;
There is nothing to do,
Besides to wait and watch my clock, tick its last tock;
Not a visible destination,
A thousand light years ahead of me.
And every night as I lay down to sleep;
I think to myself if I’ll wake up the next day,
But every day I am disappointed,
As I start another day,
In this big metal can.”
I don’t want to accompany you on this trip for sure. I hope you find light.
Dear Abhi,
Let us see if we can look at an alternative ending.
And just when I thought in despair
of an end so unfair,
A faint speckle born from a distance
reminded me of life and its essence,
I reached out to my savior, cosmic sent
a miracle, space and time bent,
And waking up in my mother’s crescent
Ever so glad, ever so pleasant.
Melacholy it is Kiddo…. And yes I like the suggested end…. Very positive and just the kind you need for an 11 year old… Good going Girish as well…
Melancholy!!!!