Hovering

Without a movement I was like sitting in the chair
Fear kept roaring whether not possible to find even a hair
Silence was all that kept moving with the cloud
Hearts were pounding with tears wiping so loud

Hands and feet dropped when hot felt the seat
Fear was all that were served in every second to eat
At this altitude the temperature must be so cold
Recited every mantra known though seemed fashion-old

Everything in vicinity seemed to end with the black
Hope is all that seemed important in every moment not to lack
Felt like a new life emerged from inside on touching the ground
Indeed its true the globe that we are living is truely round