No `abdico’ for me: A poem 

I travelled through space to another world 

The cotton of the universe all seemed curled 

And the galaxies spinning glows like pearls 

I reached a terra orange, sky orange, unblurred 

I did not expect anything in this barrenness 

Aspirations don’t come as suddenly as experience 

We talk of life, but its cloisters are all over space 

What alienates us is not gravity, but our own blind face 

I was met by a stranger with a long grey flowing beard 

From the caverns of this surreal location, he appeared 

And he shouted a Latin word in my ear: Abdico! 

I telepathically and firmly told him `No!’