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
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drniran (
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Comments1
when reading, I chuckle
at the thought that those who think
our planet is flat
must assume
these same birds your poetry, serenades
are flying to one end
turning right back, migrating
from one flat edge to the other...
lol
(sorry for my silly thoughts
thanks for sharing such an intriguing read)
Silly its not what you think
World keep on changing in a blink
Thank you for your admiration
High up I reached to administration
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