It’s cool here
I only have a blanket
Rations are almost finished
And I keep messaging them
This time I request them for a radio
As I am roaming here
A radio may be my good companion
And those song
Yesterday a deep space shuttle landed here
As break journey
They carrying the message
Along with foods
As you burned there
As your body blasted
While you were buying some tomatoes
You lied there along with tomatoes
You want cucumber and honey bee
That you want for your skin care
You dreamed for an actress
You die there
And your body shot multiple times
You want the new video game
This just arrived
And you die there before playing it
Your body scattered to nothing
With your school bags
And Tiffin box that your mother prepared
Belief burns another belief
And you die there to ashes
Along with your children and wife
You die by yourself
You never able to pay landlord
You didn't able to cultivate
you mean life as enemy within
I told them
Look, give me the radio
That I requested
I helpless in this out post
You know Pluto is very cold
Not bothering about nitrogen ice
Smell of Methane and carbon monoxide
Some time patrolling
two smaller moons Nix and Hydra
I don’t have any complain
For my job as watchman here
Just give me a radio
And those songs may be good companions
As always you have the news
Burned alive, killed on blast
Shot on chest multiple times
Only I wish
Hope you fine
Friday, October 3, 2008
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