Wave your thousand palm trees
From the air, you are but a stamp
dull green patch of land upon blue swirls
Nothing moves in me
or in the frame visibly though perhaps
you wave your unfurled dreams
and spew breaths in continuity
How little a million lives matter
when a plane crosses over a strange island
in seconds
How much a child’s scraped knee does
just because you feel you can stake a claim to it
-Reena Prasad
Mar 20, 2014
Lakshadweep Islands from the plane
An interesting and poignant perspective.
Thank you Louis Kasatkin for the feedback
A good methaphor of the world through a plane.To look down and ponder life
Thank you Chris Smith. Much appreciated.