You had your baggage ready
reminiscent of your school days
but tenfold heavier than that
it shall never arise
the problem of your affluence
as your jubilant steps touch upon the soft
and comfortable ground, much like a regal luxury
you recall your laws learned in that big book
of physics, of aerodynamics, that imbued the plane
installed with seats so exquisite and delicate
that of yore you will never know
when you will consummate your hankering
Hours pass by
in the technical and complex bird
unswayed by air resistance
by its tremendous thrust
Time passes
you saw white cottons intact
with a majesty of pristine beauty
where deities revel in
Up above
you realize
that life is fleeting
but the universe remains to stay
unfathomable by the dwellers below
in that godforsaken chaos.
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