Passengers

Passengers

Beauty of being in a plane

Flying miles above earth

Through clouds that try

To hide it, from those below

Hills and mountains, farms and rivers

All pass by, in a motion slow

Like a dream, that drags a bit

Vividly clear when one is in it

Difficult to recall, on waking up

Inside the plane, everything is still

Each one in their

One and half square feet

Immersed totally, in themselves

Then a thought, just comes in my mind

Isn’t earth some kind of a plane

Ferrying us, through a massive universe

While each one of us

Is completely immersed

In their own

Few square feet

Or maybe miles

©️ShashikantDudhgaonkar