TICKETLESS TRAVELLER IN COSMIC CRAFT

 

On a mote of dust suspended in sunbeam,

Encamped in life’s rushing stream,

Staring at sky with moonlight gleam,

With millions of humans I form a team.

A dancer in stage of cosmic kingdom,

Locked up were all the gates of wisdom,

A momentary master of a fraction of a dot,

An obscure creature in that vast spot. 

 An insignificant actor in a small stage,

From bubbling youth to extreme old age,

Endlessly circling cosmic arena like a fly,

As billions of years came and went by.

Aggregate of all my joy and suffering,

The fruits that my toil will bring.

All the reasons of my smile and song,

Confined to this capsule as it cruises along

A saint on my left and sinner on my right,

All shapes and things perched in my midst,

Kaleidoscopic colours of love and hate,

Flicker of mirth and miseries in spate

A  ticket- less traveler in this cosmic craft,

With no contribution for place in this raft,

A pupa seeks protection from cosmic chrysalis,

But gnawing this asylum out of malice.

© K.Radhakrishnan