Poetic and Prosaic Writeups

  I got crashed; I became crashed; There must be some reason; I endured when I was lashed; Still, all slandered me of treason.   I get flown by the Pilot, Who, too, succumbed with me; Tooth and nail he had fought, But who won was destiny.   It’s a world that’s too strange, Of course, in the negative way; Slaughter is beyond my range; I can’t even think of it any day.   Sometimes, I become free, Free to have a vivid voice; None can escape from destiny That snatches our each rejoice.   None ever thank me for my aid, When they approach their destination; In dire disgrace I am laid; Well, there’s no procrastination.   I lost my all; I lost my life; I failed to land on London; Humanity’s too full of strife; All, all become too undone.   How could I save them all? I, too, had to die in the crash; I took off; then I did fall; Then occurred the brutal lash.   It’s too easy to blame on m...

Story behind the poem One afternoon, I was seated on the bench at the bus stop purposelessly. The lockdown period was in full swing even then. In front of my eyes, I beheld a flight of birds returning probably to their nests. The factory was locked down. However, there was no smoke emitted by the chimneys. Hence, the sky was almost pollution-free. It was a visual treat indeed to behold those birds soaring on the blue ocean-like sky. Beholding the scene, my soul took a flight which was no less than that of those birds. I could easily befriend those pure pals in the twinkling of an eye. Oh! It was a novel marvel truly. In a moment, I could feel uncaring to this world's anxieties and sorrows. That was one of the best days in my entire life. The poem-- "A Song of Flight" Soar and fly! Soar and fly! O blithe birds, fly more high, In the azure silky sky. Take me here, take me there; Free my bird from the snare; Let me this worl...