Aerial Thoughts
My jet is zooming fast;
Except skyscrapers, high ramparts
Mountain ranges and tall trees
I see nothing at all
I smiled at the pretty French girl
Sitting on the other side of the aisle
I started a chat with Mr.Prat
On US politics and modern art;
About how a tycoon
Died in intoxication
And how a stripping actress
Died of AIDS
Good God!
I don’t see my India from here
And my people dying
Everyday with starvation
I am snug and enjoying
In this flight going aerial
In the company I admire, I emulate
The smart, rich and influential! !
poem by Sathya Narayana
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