The tiny Martian told me goodbye
He planned to escape into our reveries at night
To an unknown beyond his wildest dreams
With nothing but timeless peace
He was lost in this so called world
Of beauty diminished without a cause
Blue storms and red days control his atmosphere
To make the cruel disappear
Home was a distant memory
A nostalgic wonderland
Of greed and misery
The tiny Martian told me hello
He waved and began a search into my soul
Filled with remains of a love and so
His powers were weak but his mind was strong
So he told me about the secrets of Mars
A planet of nothing but timeless peace
Nothing was ever incomplete
He wanted to be one unlike the rest
And put himself up for a test
So he decided to make a friend
With someone from another den
The journey to up and beyond
To a planet blue like the pond
Made him realize nothing was lost
‘Death of a Martian: Part II’ is a poem which summarizes into a prequel and sequel to the first poem: Death of a Martian: Part I. I strongly recommend reading the first poem which projects the protagonist’s interaction with the Martian.
In the first stanza, the protagonist, a satisfied troubadour recalls his final moments with the tiny Martian. The Martian has had an interesting interplanetary voyage so far. He plans to escape and explore into ‘unknowns beyond his wildest dreams’. He reminisces about Mars and its atmosphere.
In the second stanza, the sad protagonist elaborates his first ever interaction with his perpetual friend. The tiny Martian with all his beauty and ever astounding magic trudged through the realms of the protagonist’s quiet heart. The tiny Martian and the protagonist introspect about the galaxy and all its wonders.
The tiny Martian now resides in my mystic heart.I doubted that but now I am sure.
The world suffers everyday yet the tiny Martian fills us all with hope and reminds us of happiness and calmness.
The lack of life is the midst of life is disturbing and makes one think about the actual need-of-the-hour.
This is the true beauty of my sound extra-terrestrial being; he will appear in the time of your need. Your heart will always love you.
P.S: The poem is protected by a creativecommons license.