She had a fear of flying.
And every moment felt like she was dying.
She always had to have an alcoholic drink.
So that she would not have to think.
Sometimes, she wished that she had taken the bus.
Then she would not have to be worried about the dying stuff.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An interesting poem. Some people have aerophobia. They cannot go to distant places without being in an airplane. Well penned.