It was a Nagpur flight,
The airplane tossed up and down,
One can imagine our plight,
An air-hostess fell upside down,
Apologetic pilot blamed the weather,
Quickly he tammed the big bird,
Stunned passengers uttered no word,
Like birds man had a dream to fly,
Dream made true by brothers Wright,
Birds have no navigators and forecast to comply,
Man, if not complied land in heaven straight,
It was I-C six twenty nine,
On sixth Jan ninety nine.
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