Hi there, my big brother of angry face,
We seem scared of thine presumed evil eye,
Born of ignorance, myth and mystery,
Too far art thou to know of thine kind grace.
We marvel at many thine starry strings,
At thine long, far too long solar innings,
Few of us siblings enjoy such bright rings,
Thine mystery plays magic on mind's wings.
Wide-eyed we look at thine many-hued sky,
Which, ye two big brothers monopolise—
Thine multi-splendour moons do when arise,
Wonder if sun too looks pink with envy.
But we do thine giant Titan envy,
Ah, its size dwarfing even Mercury!
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This is fifth and last in the series of poems for children on planets.
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Musings | 05.08.12 |
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem