Unidentified Flying Objects Poem by Madathil Rajendran Nair

Science is still a mystery. To some who believe in UFO, there must be something that led them to. For people who believe not, they had no reason to. UFO is not about believing or not believing in it For me it is what my eye see in the dark sky. Beautiful! and what i make out of the clouds during the day. During college days i used to see a red star and a blue star at around 4 am. I simply believed it brought me luck for my exams! Silly me....When i watch the clouds drift and the changing color of the skies, looking out of the window while flying, i sometimes wonder if the fairies are riding them. and sometimes when i read about the missing planes and the Bermuda Triangle i wonder about UFO's too. and just wish for a peaceful world - just as you write in this poem. This poem is simply UFO - an UNUSUAL FANTASTIC ODE!

It's an amazing vision of the poet, he is seeing something that the world may see after a few centuries..........10

An interesting write on an extra- terrestrial reality (? ?) or an illusion! It is true that there are things far beyond human comprehension or the rational explanation of science! Such things have always aroused human curiosity and they have given rise to a gamut of imaginative writings and celluloid creations! Yes, we weave endless yarns of mystery surrounding the aliens from other planets! As you wish, I too would like to believe that man is the crown of creation and no UFOs can conquer and subdue man! Let these weird things continue to inflate human fancy.... and nothing more! Again another wonderful write!

I do not know what I could add to the wise comments of Valsa. But I did enjoy the poem, its styling and wording.

HUMANITY, IT SEEMS, IS ALL SET/ FOR A PARADIGM SHIFT/ TO ASSIMILATE A GRUESOME PROBABILITY/ IN THROUGH THE FRINGES OF EXPANDING REALITY// THE MIGHTIEST STATE ON THE GLOBE/ IS DYING TO BE ABDUCTED INTO IT/ With these words you conjure up the true spectre of the skies: a musclebound superpower intends to project its nihilism outward by weaponizing orbital space. The hope of a paradigm shift is reduced to cognitive tinsel, and drowned-out fairy lights that used to dance in trees are driven to the edge of vision. With you I cast my vote for fairy lights, in the name of poetry- -let them stay unidentified forever!

Let UFOs be UFOs. Let people think of them whatever they want. They come and go without disturbing or hurting human beings. UFOs! Ever remain unidentified So that poetry we can weave Beautiful words and thoughts shared. Thank you.

Marvellous depiction. Deeply and wisely envisioned with attractive phraseology. Enjoyed. Thanks for sharing. ...10

What I wonder about UFO is that there are thousand of so called UFO sightings but not a single convincing video or picture that lends credibility to their existence. But as you say let UFOs remain 'unidentified stuff, for our fancy to weave stories and mysteries, ' and by the same yardstick this is a fantastic poem indeed!

Truly, The notion of U.F.O. is a great curiosity and field of research and discovery forcing scientists, writers, and poets to ponder. Loved reading and commenting on the poem