Missing Aliens Poem by Ravin Sharma

Missing Aliens



Off from the blue, near the waiting cold,
at a sheer shore of a sail, untold
ever, that odd amongst the souls, gold.
Beauty bedraggles in this water dashing uphold,
lands in colors and worlds of colored plots.
This world holds the stories of god;
his charisma cheers the blue ball, bold,
still raving the raw ranked with roars, he thought.

Then meets the flora of unearthed green
with tombs made of turbulence unseen.
Unspoken like always,
now jumbles with sounds and snickers indeed.
True trees talk to him for raving the envious means.
'Now it's the world to heal and sunshine to clean'
Even amongst them, his world would have been!

No one has yet come from those heard tales
as all those cheers that has been proving to fail.
In blues, we are sitting in the boredom bail
pivoting on the needle of words frail.
And aliens are yet to come,
whether the humans, odds standing in the hail.
This sad, serious world in the water has to sail.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Neela Nath Das 21 June 2014

Ravin, this is an amazing thought.Thanks for sharing and leaving lovely comment on my poem.

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