RIP dear Sir Arthur C. Clarke. Writing sci-fi you had made your mark. May you now find your place In that great outer space, As on new odyssey you embark.
AFP 19/03/08: Sci-fi guru Arthur C. Clarke dies in Sri Lanka aged 90. Read about him here
The soldier assigned to handle the radar Gazed with amaze, beyond the war... Beyond the planes, into the space He asked, "ARE WE ALONE?" (in uppercase)
For us, fiction became a reality For him, it was his nationality; While the Milky Way was his nest, Jayasurya's land was where he took rest.
With feet resting on the Andromeda And treating himself with Ayurveda Rests Arthur, on the bed of asteroids. "How does he sleep?", wonder silly humanoids -- The "Clark's Orbit" in space Is nothing but his pillow case.
The soldier assigned to handle the radar
ReplyDeleteGazed with amaze, beyond the war...
Beyond the planes, into the space
He asked, "ARE WE ALONE?" (in uppercase)
For us, fiction became a reality
For him, it was his nationality;
While the Milky Way was his nest,
Jayasurya's land was where he took rest.
With feet resting on the Andromeda
And treating himself with Ayurveda
Rests Arthur, on the bed of asteroids.
"How does he sleep?", wonder silly humanoids --
The "Clark's Orbit" in space
Is nothing but his pillow case.
Nice!
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