How many times
in my old age
have I triple folded papers
Tearing it from my rough copy
Overwriting my childhood dreams
To fly like an aeroplane;
But the aged swan
Little know
The density of air
To wing its flight
Sledging on a frozen lake
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A moment of revelation beautifully delineated.
So much thanks dear Sir Vijay Nair Jee.