Dr John Celes

(14-2-1957 / Coimbatore, Tamilnadu, India)

Sonnet: Yet, Birds Can Fly Effortlessly!


What giant birds metallic fly the skies!
Man took the cue from birds that flap their wings;
From them, he learns aerodynamics wise,
And machines made magnificent, he brings!

The propeller blades give the torque and thrust;
The rocket engines have increased plane’s speed;
A ride by plane is joyful and a must;
Flight-time is curbed and ’tis the hour’s need!

Travel by planes has turned a business;
Bird-hits and engine trouble is nuisance;
Sometimes, the plane is forced to land on sea –
A way to sure survive calamity!

The flight of birds astonishes man still;
The cost of petrol makes a frightening bill!

copyright by dr john celes 3-11-2013

Submitted: Sunday, November 03, 2013
Edited: Monday, November 04, 2013

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