A Lonely Voyage
Five years was their prediction of my lifespan.
I have a lot to show and less to say.
Photography was never my thing
But I have the most impactful photo of the Earth.
a blurry dot in a sunbeam
Six billion kilometres away.
Crawling through space
at 61,500 kilometres in an hour,
I'll soon lose my makers
to the darkness of space;
and meet my maker(s)
in the darkness of space.
But my voyage will not end
as I have a new friend to meet.
In forty thousand years,
I'll see a friend I only know as
through the fringes of our solar system,
In the nihility of space,
I stand as a testament
of Humans, their ingenuity
and mainly of their underestimation
23.3 billion kilometres
That's how far home is.
But I am home;
Just not the one where I was made.
They thought I'll be a small but significant "Voyager"
I think they were wrong.
Copyright © Nakul Bhat | Year Posted 2022
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