The Stargazer
When I was five, I loved the stars
Without realizing they were farther than Mars.
They were the moon’s friends in stories,
They twinkled in the rhymes and in some other stories,
And glitter in my dreams,
However, in real life, they kept evading me.
I used to sit and wonder what I would do,
If I suddenly reached space out of the blue.
My imaginary friend was the Milky Way.
We would travel the universe and save the day.
We used to swim in seas of stars,
Reaching every place — near and far.
I told this to a fellow enthusiast,
Who laughed and said I admired a ball of gas.
At that moment nothing mattered –
Inside and outside I was shattered.
Then the cogs in my head began to turn,
And I had a new desire to learn.
I began my research in my books,
Now everything had a meaning hidden by looks.
I was bent upon knowing it all,
And showing my friends that my brain wasn’t small.
By the time I turned six,
My parents used to think their eyes were playing tricks,
I knew a good amount of physics,
Like gravity, black holes, and a little bit of optics
Not a lot though, I said I was six.
I felt like an encyclopedia,
All because of my space mania.
It made me realize how special our Earth is,
And how there was none other in the universe which was quite like it.
I would fancy being an astronaut and see this beauty from a distance,
As my eyes craved for it in overabundance.
I had dreams about sitting in a rocket,
And was ready to trade my piggy bank for its ticket!
