(still) Lost Flight Poem by Padmanabhan Ananth

(still) Lost Flight



Oh, search for the plane goes on
In rough southern Indian Ocean

Ill-fated flight that missed course
And that has turned into a curse

Maybe faintly beeping its Black Box
But where is it? Everyone is foxed!

Deep in the Ocean miles down
To strange sea creatures' frown

Many nations' search continues
The exact location, still confuses

At this time my prayers are thus
Let them find at least some trace

Pray for the passengers and crew
Their ends were not too very cruel

The icy cold winds or rough seas
Or the mile-high battering waves

Or searing heat of burning metal
Or sharp teeth of any sea animal

Pray their ends were calm, silent
Souls departed quietly that night

Their souls to their gods reached
Or to Mother Nature down South

Pray they build air planes better
Don't take off, vanish into thin air!

Sunday, March 30, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: Loss
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Written on Mar.29,2014
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