Suppose there is no life in space, just us. And we inhabit
Mars,
air condition Venus. Hold family barbecues, national
holidays
on Mercury. Fly to Jupiter for spas of ammonium nitrate.
And go farther afield in the galaxy and on to other
galaxies
leaving behind map-faced men, crow-like women and
open gates.
Who will be the first-born human on the moon? News
from the moon colony! And so on, on every planet
where
we've visited and established dusty villages or vast cities
over thousands of centuries. Then, will we not have
somewhere,
somehow, under some sun's rays become another
species?
This may be a reality in a couple of decades or centuries from now. The space travelers will set up lodgings wherever they go in outer space- the moon, the planets and then inter-galactic destinations. Such an awful phantasy beautifully told.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Adventure is pretty fun especially when put in a poem.JUST US