Poem: SATELLITES, by Ganesh Ramachandran

Some of them watch over Earth
Some of them see stars at birth
O’er sea and land, and low in power
By the sun, shine hour by hour

Deep space probe sees distant moon
Inhabitable? Then is boon
But waters, gases, rings and crust
Reminds us where we will in dust

Satellites for television
Multi channel indecision
Telephony for sleuth or spy
Giant switchboard in the sky

Humans beings in space station
Representing every nation
Peace above while war below
Partnership will maybe grow

One day maybe trek we will
To distant planets, alien hills
The future is perhaps elsewhere
New abode, to live with care

And so the satellite does look
Above, below, cranny, nook
Arthur C Clarke’s vision true
His face in stars and yonder blue

Author: poetryfest

Submit your Poetry to the Festival. Three Options: 1) To post. 2) To have performed by an actor 3) To be made into a film. View all posts by poetryfest