Espying a sinking ship; noble sphere,
Few at summit longed for sky;
Virgin in quest for Blue lagoon Origin,
Higher no mountains now, not a lie!
Any X in Space on the red sand,
As way forward is Saturn’s band;
Leaving behind what breathed life,
In pursuit on another to thrive.
Law of Nature, commend or condemn,
Sanitize disputed what rots in mayhem;
Would several be awaiting for the pass?
Who harvested more than planting grass;
No longer one’s what once a class,
What crafted guarded, now a shattered glass. :(
© Pranav Chaturvedi 2021