My Last Flight Poem by Nalini Jyotsana Chaturvedi
My Last Flight
Soon I will take
That long awaited flight
back home,
Where nothing is at stake
Nothing left
To set right
My home
That lies in
Ethereal lands
I need
no crutches
To run or stand
My home where
I feel so loved
And cared.
My freedom
Unhampered
Don't need
To be repaired
Very soon
I'll leave behind
Invisible marks
Nothing to remind
My last flight- death is the last flight from material world to ethereal world..where no repair - no need to fall sick - there is eternity no luggage needed luggage is the earning by our deeds...nice poem spirituality resides there
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4/24/2024 6:45:59 PM # 1.0.0.1119
the poem can also be explained from the point of view of an expatiate......who years to return homeland......good selection of touching words.....Thanks.