Wandering by the sea,

Shore was something to see…

With the sun too trying to take a dip,

As if cooling self after the heat’s heap…

The silent water touching the feet,

By waves too, descending, as if preparing to sleep…

Brought something crashing beneath the feet,

Initially feeling a stone or some junk lying by the watery sheet…

Lifted it up, to find it absurd,

An old wine bottle with some paper insert…

Interesting did it look,

With some scribbling along attached a hook…

Sat in peace, resting anxiety and excitement,

To have a close look, examining the object…

A year mentioned was way older than the self,

Of an era that by now had totally exhausted itself…

By now was so very clear,

A time capsule was it, the one was holding near…

Struggled to get the sheet, that looked like a letter,

Slowly worked it out, wanting to read the matter…

Strange were the writings in form of some objects,

Had sea, mountains, ships, pirates, danger as subjects…

Behind were words to find the place,

Dare for adventure, to become king of the space…