Here are a few lines in the form of reflection on the view outside-
From the height of ten thousand feet, I saw-
Drifting clouds light and puffed
Poised midway between land and sky.
An irresistible desire filled in me-
To touch and float with them
And to do a round of waltz over them.
But the reality that they were-
Only fog to melt down in drops of rain
Gave way to the mist in my eyes,
When far below I caught sight of-
The manmade concrete blocks of buildings
Encroaching the God made serene green nature.
Tearful clouds dispersed to show me-
The once brimming river thinning down
In a thread like filament on brown patches.
Yet shimmering like gold in the dazzling sunshine,
As if defying man’s feigned ego to win nature.
Till then the plane had risen to thirty thousand feet,
And the view of this war between man and natureBlurred out from me with a vast sea of clouds to see.