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In a galaxy far away... (Part IV, Act 1)

My love for everything Star Wars is well known among my peers. 

From binge watching the movies to cosplaying as Slave Leia to making a Star Wars inspired Warli Art that was appreciated by Todd Cherniawsky, Production Designer and Art Director, known for Obi-Wan Kenobi (2022). 

Here I am combining my amateur poetry prowess and the screenplay of NEW HOPE (1977). 

Let me know in comments how I did and should I continue with it...



There was a farm boy named Luke Skywalker in a galaxy far away,

Wishing he was somewhere else as he watched the twin sunset everyday.


He lived on Tatooine with his Uncle Owen and Aunt Beru,

A family of moisture farmers and who drank milk colored blue.


Luke wanted to go to Tosche Station to pick up some power converters,

But instead had to clean up 2 droids without bad motivators.


The droids were part of the rebel alliance,

Whom the Galactic Empire couldn't beat into compliance.


The droids were always on missions,

One of them was R2-D2 and his counterpart, C-3PO, human-cyborg relations.


R2-D2 had a message for Obi-Wan Kenobi who was somewhere on the planet of Tatooine,

Luke wondered if it was old Ben Kenobi, the hermit who was rarely seen.


R2 marched alone to look for the old man,

But Luke and C-3PO found R2 before Tusken Raiders turned him into a trash can.


Luke wanted to look around for the Sand People,

Instead the raiders stunned him and made him feeble.


A hooded creature walked and howled at raiders to make them scare,

While checking up on Luke, he sensed R2 and said, "Hello there".


The old man revealed to them that he is indeed Obi-Wan Kenobi,

The one who went by Ben Kenobi, living out beyond the Dune Sea.


Kenobi took the trio to his abode and shared that Luke's father fought in the war

But Luke refuted and said his father was just a navigator on a spice freighter.


Obi-Wan informed Luke that his father was a Jedi Knight just like him,

The best starpilot , a cunning warrior and not just in the Outer Rim.


Kenobi gave him the lightsaber that belonged to Luke's father,

A Jedi's weapon that is elegant and not as clumsy or random as a blaster.


He told Luke how Jedis were the guardian of peace and justice before the Empire,

A time before the Republic fell because of Vader and his evil desire.


Vader was once a pupil of Obi-Wan.

A Jedi who was seduced by the dark side of Force and thus Darth Vader was born.


Obi-Wan told Luke that his father was killed by Vader,

He was once a friend but then he became a traitor.


He hunted down all the Jedis and took a different course,

The one which involved using Dark side of the Force.


Force is what gives a Jedi his power, explained the Jedi Knight,

An energy field created by all living things, that binds us together when used right.


Artoo then plays the message from Princess Leia from Alderaan




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