Suiting up for a space mission,
The living cells in me fission.
Supporting the life they belong to,
To fly above the winged machines.
Leaving with words untold,
Letting the world in me suffer,
And emotions never expressed.
Life, roughly different than in Earth,
Revolving around with stars,
Gazing her below, heads down with love.
Drizzling tears over the sea,
As silver waves I froth her footprints,
Sensing the magical warmth,
On the moonlit coastline.
- Saikarthick
Published in Quora Blog - Three Minute Stories