As I drive past, I spy, in the sky
above the air force station of Bangalore,
two vrooming fighter jets,
three hedge hopping choppers,
five flitting dragon flies in mirth beyond words,
a swallow in love, with his lady love in tow;
fly in formations-
creations of own convenience,
(except for the machines,
that strictly follow rules)
against the big, round, magenta sun,
getting prepared
to set behind the mountains.
Feb 27, 2013
Feb 27, 2013 at 6:50 AM UTC
As I drive past, I spy, in the sky
above the air force station of Bangalore,
two vrooming fighter jets,
three hedge hopping choppers,
five flitting dragon flies in mirth beyond words,
a swallow in love, with his lady love in tow;
fly in formations-
creations of own convenience,
(except for the machines,
that strictly follow rules)
against the big, round, magenta sun,
getting prepared
to set behind the mountains.
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