We’ve walked on the lap of the moon,
Alas, couldn’t hold our steps too deep.
We’ve evolved seeking what’s outside,
But beneath always, remained unseen;
Built tall gargantuan boxes within boxes,
Where shelters our screams to dreams,
High on ships, sailing, drown in tides high,
The nearer; the more unstated its mystique.
As evolving wherever it is the darkest light,
Is unmapped, despite therein lives breathe;
A transcendence state to touch dimensions,
Hasn’t evolved in quest to daily ends meet.
Few thousand feet, many millions’ more to go,
Charted is mapped, not inside what enwreathe!
© Pranav Chaturvedi 2023