The slight plight and delight of flight
On board a flight
The window seat; an amazing sight
Began with a hot towel
The refreshing warmth lasted for as short as a vowel
Then blankets for a good sleep
And earphones for in-flight entertainment
Some fast-asleep, while others engrossed deep
Hoping to binge-watch, for that is their accomplishment
The flight shaked uncontrollably
Couldn’t be pacified by a mom’s lullaby
Everyone screamed for their life
No one knew how to dive
In the twinkling of an eye, water was deep
Sometimes travelling; unfortunately, makes me weep
I have always heard “fly high”
But the day I saw countless people die
Made me cry
Is flight the safest mode of transport, a lie?
Wings give us freedom
Why then do flights create feardom?
Are flights a delight
Or just pure plight?