CFBDSIR2149(Homeless Planet)

No more pity for the gypsies
and those who left their homes as refugees.
A single homeless planet
sans the pull of a star to transit
and not moving in an orbit of a star,
seven times of the size of Jupiter
is floating in the space.
No orphanage or galaxy
to take care of it.
Too cold, fit for the young to live.
Book your tickets soon
to spend there your honeymoon.
To trouble you, there is no earthly goon
or for the budding love to prune.

poem by Rajendran Muthiah
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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