Flight E52

This is the second poem I had promised to post..

Still no pics put up. I will soon. Yes I will :D

A Blogger's promise. Anyway, here you go:

He sat by the window,
the window of flight E52.
His seat was by the window,
all he could see was the sky painted blue

"How much more time to land"-
He sat there impatiently waiting,
and there was nothing to do apart from
Clicking pictures and writing.

Five and a half hours,
those were the only things he liked to do.
He was half asleep by the window-bored,
Slept off and woke up when the clouds roared.

He was headed towards Mumbai,
The sun was setting-dark clouds around
It could have rained.
But thank God it didn't

He waited eagerly and heartily
to see
the sea-link amidst the orange-painted sky.

Five and a half hours had gone,
the sky was empty it was dark
No sign of land- still bored, he yawned
yet no sea-link. In the wrong city?
He thought he was.

Descending down,
from the clouds.
Didn’t seem like Mumbai,
fear in his mind grew.

Just going to land,
could see nothing but sand
which surrounded the
long stretch of road.

He was in the wrong city,
definitely he was.
What lay ahead of him,
the answer? Only God has.