I really feel it’s a pity <br />I have to live in a city. <br />I feel a sense of unrest <br />And discontent. <br /> <br />The sensory distractions, <br />So called attractions <br />Cause a feeling of fatigue <br />And a sense of ennui. <br /> <br />When I fly so high <br />I hear myself sigh, <br />And the white clouds drifting by <br />In the azure sky <br />Fill me with peace. <br />And put my frayed nerves at ease. <br /> <br />With my eyes glued to the outside view, <br />And distractions a few, <br />I forget I am in a plane. <br />After long i feel sane. <br />The clear blue and white <br />At 38000ft height, <br />Away from the monotonous daily grind <br />Is just what I needed to declutter my mind. <br />Though there are people around <br />But i am blissfully unaware of all the sounds. <br />I wish I could alight <br />And join the clouds in their flight.<br /><br />Mamta Agarwal<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-i-fly-3/
