The Astronaut

By Sahil Qureshi

Who doesn’t want to be an astronaut?

To travel in the void of space,

Of the fame and glory we all are taught,

But what about the hardships we must face?

The prospect of breathing from a cylinder,

Is indeed a matter deep,

When just one tiny blunder,

Can send you off for the endless slumber,

On the spacesuit the tiniest of pinpricks,

Is enough to tear you apart,

Remember that spaceships,

Are not as simple as a bullock cart,

Being stranded alone in space,

Is an agony unheeded,

Caution of the highest level,

Is oft needed,

No doubt it’s a fascinating travel,

As many mysteries will unravel,

But one must never deny,

That in being an astronaut many inconveniences lie,

Eating just canned food,

Is a plight few have understood,

When your strength start to fade,

Because of the lack of weight,

You don’t feel really comfortable,

But if your ‘I’s are dotted and your ‘T’s crossed,

Then I would advise you not to dwindle,

Into the abyss you can go,

If you have enough caliber,

So do not underestimate the peril,

Yet do not get frightened either,

Adventure in the space if you would rather.

By Sahil Qureshi