From: Planet Venus
To: All the Earthlings
Subject: You are invited!
Greetings! Dear earthlings,
‘Tis time I penned you my dream
to be colonized.
But it’s quite disheartening—
your ceaseless cold shouldering.
I’m just a planet
hoping to expand your home.
But first things first—let’s
set the record straight: I’m not
a UFO. Period.
So don’t reverse trains,
or ground airplanes, when I’m the
light at the end of
your tunnel or the dazzling
“jet” in your starry night sky.
I aid to explore,
spin tales of delight. Gladly
I would terraform
if only you’d stay awhile.
Don’t disdain me like these times:
Captain Cook sailed south
to see me transit. I waved
so he’d spot the “Land
Down Under”. Gleaming bid, a
lone, dark dot was left behind.
1865.
Lincoln’s inauguration,
I grabbed attention
by flashing lights. Yet, you shunned
my sparkling Morse code invite.
I showed up again—
The Second War of Nations.
You shot at me with
250 rounds as I screamed.
‘Twas some strange salutation.
I realized then
that I should sneak upon you.
Ergo this email,
which you mustn’t ignore—for
floating cities await you.
Hope to see you soon
behind these walls of sulphur.
Yours truly, Venus.
(PFA, Illustration
of my grand invitation)
Written by Deepthi Priyanka C for MTTN
Featured Image by Shraddha S Jathan for MTTN
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