Space Junk Poem by Sumit Ganguly

Satellites, rockets, cameras
explore the space everyday
some come back, others circle on
like Tom, Dick and James Kay.

Everyone wants to seek a lot,
‘what is there in the core,
how can I have a space to share,
and use it as an exclusive store? '

Heart of a young girl is astral space,
unreserved territory, explorer's dream
youth and beauty attract bold and able,
lass gets junk moves, filled to the brim.

6th Feb.2017