Sailing high in the sky for an impure mixture
Nevertheless, I thought what would happen,
If I’m stolen by space or by moon
There is someone who is reflecting a bright light
Oh! That’s our moon! Never expected one
Ok I think I can stand here or can fly here a little bit,
The doors are open for me, it’s time to step.
I can’t see anything around me,
The black space asked me to look around
What I got is just nothing
But then I thought who am I?
I’m man of the moon!
Poem by Saurabh Mishra
Class: 9-C