A skid on the tarmac shocked me
I, IX 812, plunged into the valley
Rifting and rolloing into fireball
I confess I turned many dreams to ashes
Never will they come true; sorry, the bereaved
Death has no black box in its cockpit
In order to prevent errors from repeating
And remember, I too have no more flights to take off..
My beloved fellow travellers
Our journey to final resting place is over
Unfasten all belts of momentary life
Rest in peace and rest in peace forever
Next of kin, and near and dear of my fellow travellers
Sad indeed, what a pity! I express my deep sorrows
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I enjoyed reading this poem immensely. Well penned......... It is tragic when it happens and it does put travelers off taking another trip...........10