This twilight on the red wasteland
Is meant to be more than different
Since beauty knows how to transcend
Many million miles seem now well-spent!

The child in me wants to fly a kite
Amongst the clouds that lazily stray
Thru the martian sky fest of delight
Is just a lingering leap away!

Mars feels like our home’s cosmic clone
Awaiting man to invent life
Since earth is now our dreams’ tombstone
On the edge of knife Where death is rife!

This streak of hope heralds rebirth
Of the human race from smoldering sand
Lest we not raze this Mars like that Earth
This Is Our Very Last Promised Land!

© 2023 Vikas Chandra