Stars, 2050
It's a cacophony of dust settled in
the clouds and the rumbling
thunder of sky.
But, I'm okay because I know
it's gonna rain,
after which I will see the
S T A R S.
They fire up the sky inked
in black with their light and
strike my eyes with a vision of space,
which is difficult to perceive
from the ground.
I'm a human living in an
apartment of the city of smoke,
we call it New Delhi.
it's the year 2050 and I am standing
on my window wearing a breathing
helmet waiting to take a glimpse
of the stars through my visor.
I wish I was wearing a space helmet
instead, because it's time
T O L E A V E.
This poem is set in the year 2050, where climate change has changed the state humans live in around the whole world. Someone in the city called New Delhi which is situated in India and is also called city of smoke is standing on the window waiting for the rain to come and clear up the sky. It's the only time when stars are visible or otherwise smoke and dust has covered the whole city making it very hard to observe the stars from the surface of the earth.
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Written by Rebekka Kaur
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