Am floating around
Far away from the ground
No baby of the earth
On the ninth cloud
I see the space
I see the oceans
I see the stars
I see a million suns
Like a satellite
I belong to the space
I'm a satellite
All day, all night
In an endless chase.
My vision goes far
I see worlds at war
I see darkness and light
With my electronic eyes
I see clouds beneath
I hold the waves
And toss them back
O baby, they're my slaves.
Am a satellite
I belong to no man
Am a satellite
In full flight
Run on my own plan
No earth, no moon,
I play my own tune
You cannot touch me
Try as hard as you might
Am a world of my own
Satellite. Yes.
a nice write..man made..man placed..independent body a machine programmed by man..it will not work against us...only it death or failiure is unpredictable..a rare subject
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nice poetic imagination, Geetha. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks.