Mamta Agarwal - When I Fly

I really feel it’s a pity
I have to live in a city.
I feel a sense of unrest
And discontent.

The sensory distractions,
So called attractions
Cause a feeling of fatigue
And a sense of ennui.

When I fly so high
I hear myself sigh,
And the white clouds drifting by
In the azure sky
Fill me with peace.
And put my frayed nerves at ease.

With my eyes glued to the outside view,
And distractions a few,
I forget I am in a plane.
After long i feel sane.
The clear blue and white
At 38000ft height,
Away from the monotonous daily grind
Is just what I needed to declutter my mind.
Though there are people around
But i am blissfully unaware of all the sounds.
I wish I could alight
And join the clouds in their flight.

Mamta Agarwal

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