From all pressures of worldly mission
Suddenly got into an Air pocket situation
It’s in that local region and space
I lost my height and pace.
I tried to find that radiation
That caused my up and down motion
Is it to cull on, in a swing time?
Why to say, it happens only in summer time?
I blame mine, that great oaf
It caused turbulence lurch, to be a deaf
Airborne, alas! It’s only my fervour driven
Ought to oscillate elecronica realm, a heaven!
It’s common to lose altitude but not magnitude
Its life’s greatest moment to have gratitude
Air Pocket lesson, a quick wit of life
Born in search of corn, descend at times, to get relief.
Vidi
23/09/2009
Vidi my dear friend...So lovely to have you here posting again....And this poem just goes to show, that your poetry is one to be admired....Rich in reflection that delivers this beautifully expressed poem with SHINE! ! ! ! Great work 10
'Air Pocket Lesson'... Very interesting poem indeed. As the old saying goes 'Vidi Writes writes great poems'.. Hats off! ! nice work here 10++ lovess Shan
Up and down is common with everyone...only thing, we have to remind ourselves is that every sorrow or happiness is a passing cloud....nice read...and thank you for your wise comments on my poems Vidi
you deliver with lively wit and humour lessons we learn on our ride in this worldly strife. very reflective Mamta
a poem which could be read at different levels...lovely
Vidi, you write very well, this is an interesting write, which makes one think. Bob
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
good poem... very much reflective...thanks...10