Day 26 and today’s prompt is to write a poem on what future archaeologists, whether human or from alien civilization, will make of us?
‘Open your eye to the future’, greeted the doctor from the 23rd century
Here the sky was the Land, the land was barren, People flew,
And roots never grew. Time itself had travelled beyond space
And human acknowledgement. Out of the black, the space creatures
Breathed in something unnatural, produced in labs,
Green was a colour unknown to these humanly creatures.
The new born child looked into his mother’s eyes
Wondering, astonished, What should he feel? He imagined
Her eyes didn’t connect beyond the relations of the umbilical cord
She didn’t have glitter in those eyes, His father yet another space creature
Seemed like a man from Jupiter. It was the age was of science,
The age was of no emotions of love or happiness,
for no one here smiled, No one knew what laughter is
until today, When those tiny feet wiggled and that baby giggled,
It was a new unearthing and there went the future archaeologist
Insane in search of that new thing called “Smile”.
In search for the history of something named “Happiness”.
-Roshni Rajshekhar Nair