Abstract: The story of an airplane, lost in a storm, and what difference it makes to the Radar...
This was composed by me almost 13 years back. Lacking any rhyme or rhythm, with the loss of humanity in the skies, the reminiscence and significance of poem came back to me. A poem dedicated to the precious innocent lives lost so far!!
The heaven cried to the claps of thunder.
The sun sunk into the grayness of clouds..
Water rose to the tunes of the current..
Into this turbulence entered the Bird.
The Captain at the yoke looked grim and soaked
Hoping for that clear patch of air.
Hanging to the wings were a hundred lives.
Each with dreams and hopes of life
But for the radar that turned and turned
It was a green blip that blinked twice.
But destiny held a different promise
Took the plane for all and forever.
But for the radar that turned and turned.
It lost...
The green blip which never blinked forever....
Image courtesy-http://www.overcomingdepressionwithoutdrugs.com/
Originally posted in way2anand.com
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The heaven cried to the claps of thunder.
The sun sunk into the grayness of clouds..
Water rose to the tunes of the current..
Into this turbulence entered the Bird.
The Captain at the yoke looked grim and soaked
Hoping for that clear patch of air.
Hanging to the wings were a hundred lives.
Each with dreams and hopes of life
But for the radar that turned and turned
It was a green blip that blinked twice.
But destiny held a different promise
Took the plane for all and forever.
But for the radar that turned and turned.
It lost...
The green blip which never blinked forever....
Image courtesy-http://www.overcomingdepressionwithoutdrugs.com/
Originally posted in way2anand.com
