Strange As Could Be Poem by Swapan Deep Singh

My bed felt rough, it felt like hay;
When I got up in the morning today.
I opened my eyes to see,
An appalling reality struck me.
There was no mattress, no home;
I lay on ground all alone.
And the ground was strange, strange as could be;
Red in colour, thorny and spiky.
“Oh God! ” I cried, “What am I in?
What is this? Where are my kin? ”
An inexplicable fear embraced me;
I was not on earth, I knew. Where could I be?
I wanted an answer, I walked some feet;
Unsure if I would ever go back, ever meet
My parents, my family,
Who love me so dearly.
When all at once I saw a sea
Of crops and shrubs and scrubs and tree;
Blue, red, pink and tan;
I had never seen them on the planet of man.
Perplexed, cursing my adversity,
I moved ahead, asking for an answer from the Almighty.
A turbulent gale blew;
A plume of smoke flew,
To carry me to a queer place;
A river of fire, ablaze;
With tiny creatures burning white;
And red grasses all set upright.
I stepped ahead, walked till night;
Cried for my people, dismayed over my plight.
I knew I was never going to return to my room,
Never going to come out of this doom.
What had destiny done to me?
Dumped me here, stabbed me.
A new planet, a new city,
But no one to console me, no one to pity.