Predictions are dreams,
dreams are output of our thoughts,
thoughts depend on our beliefs.
I believe in love,
my thoughts are lovely,
so I predict aliens if came in the coming September,
will come on earth playing the immortal tune of Come September.
You are a victim of fears,
fears are output of hates,
your see nightmares,
so you predict aliens are coming to destroy the earth.
Perhaps, we both are right.
They are coming to rewrite the DNA written by them long long ago,
and you are planning to welcome them with the deadly missiles,
a war in that you will be defeated,
and most of humans will be destroyed!
That's natural,
They will rewrite DNA of only a few thousand men,
who will be masters of the world in future,
and the rest who will survive,
will be the slaves,
the second and third class humans.
A thoughtful prediction....................................................
This is indeed a tremendous fantasy which has every possibility to be re-enacted in the present scenario. It reminds us of H G Well's The War of Worlds. Thanks.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a sci-fi probability with a positive message, so flowers and fragrance be predicted in the life of love. nice poem