The Gigantic Universe

The giant-like universe of ours,

The abode of numerous galaxies,

The b*****d black holes,

And the destitute meteors.

 

The tiny particles merrily swim,

As if the naughty children,

Passing spare time concertedly,

Giving priority to their individual whim.

 

Like the lost Robinson Crusoe, the sun feels lonely,

With no moon by its side,

Feels a bit content and gratifying though,

For the clouds’ company.

 

The conceited moon comes into sight,

With the colossal procession,

Of the idle yet stunning stars,

The priceless ornaments of the night.

 

At times, a child looks as far as he can see,

Finds these all worthless,

The universe is a basket and inside we all are,

Trying to fly away like birds, trying to be free!   

Reviews

[Madeline]

The imagery was amazing, very "magical," for lack of a better word to describe it. I love the topic of space and the universe, it is such a vulnerable subject to write about, because there is so much mystery. Love it.

[Md. Ziaul Haque]

Thank you so much for your kind appreciation. Yes, I do agree with you that the topic is full of 'mystery'. :)

[Jen]

Yeah. it's pretty good. but i didn't understand the comparison of the Sun with the lost Robinson Crusoe and those two last lines look like they're saying that we wanna be free from this damn universe..
i like the rest of the poem.. good work. (y)

[R Smith]

Love this poem the universe spins ever on despite the workings of planets and stars, as you say we are within and chained to the boundaries never to break free, great inspiring write my friend :)

[Md. Ziaul Haque]

Thank you so much my friend. :)

[KWP]

i am trying to decided if this has a positive spin or not ... nevertheless I like the banter between all that is above in the skies you have painted a nights views of family happenings by everything that encompasses us ... I enjoyed this xx

[Md. Ziaul Haque]

Thank you so much my friend. :)