The Antarctican: A poem

A penguin lost in a desert
A piece of ice I want to breath
Even if the ice isn’t real
It would be heaven to me

The scorching sun on my back
What would happen to me?
Should I die like the others
Or would I live and live

My home now seem like a distant
Distant star from my reach
Everyone in the desert is happy
Happy as it is their home, you see

I once had a past so happy
Between the Antarctican sun and breeze
I had friends and family to hold me
When life wasn’t happy and free

Now alone at a distance
Distance they would never come to see
I stand with my face to the sun
Courage I would never leave

I would walk and walk ahead
Regret won’t breathe in me
A unhappy tear I can’t shed
I would fight till my last breath

-Jan @jahnavigouri