Hologram Poem by Vera Sidhwa

The holograms of my travels,
Took me to China, Brazil and the Arctic,
The hologram of my body, brought me my microlife,
It took me through one billion cells and their contents.

The hologram of my universe brought me a galaxy,
The hologram of my edifices brought me the Washington Monument.
The hologram of an Indian mosuleum brought me the grave of Mum Taj.
And the hologram of all Earth's inhabitants, brought me the human race.

The hologram of the hearts of the human being,
Brought me a variation I had never seen.
Shown me secrets I had never witnessed, never seen.

The hologram showed me happy secrets, helping secrets,
Loving secrets, sad secrets, tragic secrets, political secrets,
Even musicians' secrets.

This hologram told me one day,
That it was done with his duty.
That he would not work anymore,
For anybody.

The hologram then disappeared,
And realized that I was so alone in my room,
That I needed exercise and wanted to go somewhere,
In real life, in reality.

The hologram bid me farewell,
And I him.
We did not need each other that much.
And so, life was waiting for me to love and live.