An Unreachable Close Distance Poem by Liton Chakraborty Mithun

You are the satellite of another planet
I daren't visit you.
My feet are in chains
You are afar from my view.
Through the robot-like reality
I make my own passage.
No technology is made ever
To send you my love-message.
I can smell your lofty existence,
Though you as if million miles away,
Inferior to Hitler I am,
Who could make Eva's heart sway.
Yet, my colour for you would remain ever-blue,
Even if my heart finds not yours clue.