A blackboard was introduced to a wee little girl,
Poetry flowed as she held a chalk so tight –
Nonsense mostly about kings visiting
and munching on puffed rice,
Bizarre stories of a lamppost and a hat.
White scribbles on a black surface
shone bright and glad
as she sat for hours
and chalked down tales so rad.
A dog called Laika inspired
a sudden burst of ambition –
‘Off to the moon!’ I wish to fly
An astronaut all dressed in a space suit
It involved mathematics and physics too.
Absurd equations decorated the board
Fancies flew towards space and moon.
‘Can I fly to the sun too?’
‘Oh, then you will fry, won’t you?’
‘What if the sun likes me
and makes an exception to let me through?’
Laughs from her parents
and a ‘maybe he would’
But you will need to study
to grow old and succeed as you could.
Off to the moon!
An aspiration so bold
Poetry and science
All on the same black plane
of longitudes and latitudes.
How about the North Pole?
Don’t Eskimos live there?
I would like to meet one
and play with the polar bears,
Fly along the icicles and
shake away the droplets from nose edge.
Dreams and dramas club to form
Wild imagination all fresco clad
A hazy and then a strong storm
of baby steps into a woman mad
To see the universe and
lap up the mysteries to be had.
© 2019 Tiyasha Maitra