When she was high up on the plane, and he was pouring out the champagne!
Little did she know, it was her from the beginning.
One by one she visualised her long survival days,
She gave a pat on her shoulder,
And raised her glass to give a little toast.
Feelings of love, and vain came through the course of time.
Times which made her realise about her own being,
At times she wasn't aware of things, but with time she knew it was all her will.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem