The Star Trek Poem by Kumaara Sukeja

The Star Trek



THE STAR TREK

The upwardly mobile man/woman does try every minute
To remain upwardly mobile- -brooking no imposable limit
Even on a fatalistic note, if he/she were to perish, one must
End up- sans any sop- dust to dust....Star Dust or Bust!

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.(C.) KUMAARA SUKEJA. NOVEMBER.2015.

Wednesday, December 16, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: temptation
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