Majestic Flight
Every day from my window, at work I see...

Out on the lawn lazing in my arm chair,
Sipping the first cup of tea on a dewy November...

Why am I born with brains?
Is it just a container, to store data of life's...

Should I thank you for a pleasant surprise?
Or should I dry my tear drenched eyes...

Green paddy fields, swaying in the breeze,
Luscious fruits weighing down the boughs...

I often told my kids,
There's no need to fear the dark...

At lightning speed I boarded my ship.
And there my journey began...

Her tender love she showers,
For every one that seeks her...

Sometimes the pain rises like a wave
Lamenting and howling about your departure...