Countdown starts. <br />Pregnant moments, <br />of hope n’ anxiety. <br />Every second ticks, <br />Filled with hopes, <br />prayers of millions. <br />At last a shower, <br />ends summer. <br />Heat waves cool. <br />sky glaze afresh, <br />Tide of emotions, <br />Sweep through. <br /> <br />As day wakes up, <br />life kicks in vigor. <br />from womb of time. <br />A rocket fired to destiny, <br />boosted by grace, <br />tracked to confidence. <br />Scientists cross fingers, <br />breathe heavily. <br />Their hearts pumped, <br />thrusting pressure. <br />Kindles fire in hearth, <br />as scarifies for humanity. <br /> <br />Day stretches, <br />into orbit of time. <br />moves to elliptical emotion, <br />at last into vastness, <br />Into moonlit path, <br />into fold of* chanda mama. (Uncle Moon) <br />we are one proud lot, <br />offering our souls, <br />by chanting Vedas’. <br />invoking celestial beings, <br />a time-tested device, <br />to wake up divinity, <br />in each one of us. <br /> <br />Kudos to Aryabatta, <br />Bhaskaracharya, <br />Leelavati, n’ all great, <br />saints who lived here. <br />Diamonds forever, shone; <br />in the womb of this land. <br />In a remote village, <br />a lone hearth. <br />Sparks of fire rise, <br />Chant of mantras, <br />rise at dawn. <br />Fresh fire is lit, <br />by rubbing flints. <br />Oh! lord not mine. <br />not mine, not mine. <br />________________<br /><br />Satheesan Rangorath<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/chandrayaan-trip-to-moon/
