Treasure Island

S.D. TIWARI

(December.1955 / India)

Where Is My Plane?


On eighth March, it took off for Beijing.
Till now no trace of landing.
Where vanished, my flying plane?
It never touched Atlantic Ocean,
Has Bermuda triangle moved from place
or the plane has gone to space!
Has Authority of Aeronautics Space
of any other planet hijacked!
The whole word is sympathized.
Search operations, they did expedite.
Till date they have not got the clue.
Oh! we all saw hundreds of swans flew;
higher and higher and higher.
Of them, O Kind Lord! take care.
Let, them have peace and grace of You,
their kins vigor, relieved; to get through.

Submitted: Saturday, March 22, 2014
Edited: Monday, March 24, 2014

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  • Susan Lacovara (3/23/2014 6:28:00 PM)

    I have been praying for the souls of those on flight 370, staying tuned to the t.v. broadcasts that play on 24 hours a day. This sadly reminds me of when flight 800 crashed into the Atlantic Ocean, just five minutes from where I live on Long Island, New York, USA. I invite you read Immersed In The Mystery, which I have written for the Malaysian airplane....still missing. May God's own hand hold them......PEACE (Report) Reply

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