I, Gatwick Airport
With a restless heart, I wander from corner to corner, I, Gatwick Airport, Searching for the passengers of AI One Seven One In every passing face. That day, it took off From Sardar Vallabhbhai Patel Airport, A normal flight, "Ahmedabad to London," But it never arrived, Nor ever will. Something abnormal must have happened That it didn't reach its destination. Everyone shrugged their shoulders, saying, 'Everything was fine on our end.' Then why did it meet its end? There was ample hope in its wings, To measure the sky of its own will. Then why couldn't it continue, A ten-hour flight for even ten minutes? The sprouts of waiting withered, Laughter died, Sorrow froze, The laboratory of tears melted. The blood in bodies turned black, An echo spread on cracked windows, Doors threw out mangled corpses. The rules of prayers were spurned. Such a cru...
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