Aerial Thoughts - Poem by Sathya Narayana
My jet is zooming fast...
Except skyscrapers, high ramparts,
mountain ranges and tall trees
I see nothing at all!
I smiled at the pretty French girl
sitting on the other side of the aisle
and then I started a chat with Mr.Prat
on US politics and modern art;
about how a tycoon
died in intoxication
and how a stripping actress
died of AIDS.
I don't see my India from here
and my people dying
everyday with starvation.
I am snug and enjoying
in this flight going aerial
in the company I admire, I emulate:
the smart, rich and influential!
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