Airport Poem by Subhadip Bhattacharya

Those were the days when everyone spoke of going away. And that brought up sorrow for the departing. And the departed. The airport terminal said last call for departure.
Please report at gate 4. And beside there was arrival. But that seemed no fun.
The departure for a new place. For new York, London, Detroit, Thimphu and an out of the world experience seemed to be there.
The clocks the timers and expensive luggage and I phone was streaming in the video of the new world that waiting was fun too. And everyone was rushing to be a part of it. To be there at promise. To be at par with promise.