THE UNREACHED DEPARTURE!

THE UNREACHED DEPARTURE!

 

This time the gravity was much stronger:

But the fallen object was not Newton’s apple,

It was that machine bird dragged down vehemently,

The iron wings energy got sucked out monstrously.

Could not withstand the devilish force,

Had to yield to a devastative diurnal close.

Several dreams had been restricted to a black magical reverie,

It was a broad day’s soul burglary.

They might not have realized this detestable hell trade,

If so, would not have perished to be perpetually laid!

 

All carried determination to fly time and again:

But was rewarded a final take-off in the baffled fan.

Had food in the morning and they became a meal to a satanic gluttony,

Crushing the hopes within the smoke must be a diabolical villainy.

The smiled lips and waved hands had gone to ashes,

Disappeared to exist only in the nostalgic flashes.

Must have boarded to embark on a future shuttle,

Had become a past entity is a ridiculous riddle.

They were seated orderly like the flowers in a garland,

Now dismantled into pieces like a forgotten wasteland!

 

Many mothers will stay awake but their children aren’t going to come:

Several chiefs may not have families to feed and seed.

The love will be alive but the beloved had flown away.

The dolls and schools will lament over the tender fingers and feet.

It will be hard for the teams to replace the one who had been gone.

Elections will come but the dead state head will not beam.

Countless gems had been burnt inside the flame,

Some may strive to surmount what they had dreamt.

The journey shouldn’t be changed as it had a radial range,

Oh! It had been converged into a funeral to be a puzzling strange!

 

They stepped in to have a skying cradle:

But became a bulletin and shattered the hearts like a venomous needle.

From Gujarat to Landon mustn’t be treated as luxurious,

Belonging nowhere is driving the worried acquaintance deplorably furious.

Certainly, none but the god could have conspired,

And not just the passport but travellers themselves got expired.

The flight wasn’t alone got crashed,

Thousands of loving promises had been untraceably dashed.

The kind thresholds are waiting for them to be entered,

But the immortal legs and mortal exits cannot be mended!

 

Dr. U. Mahendran.

 

This poem is all about the flight crash that had happened on 12/06/2025, near Ahmadabad of Gujarat, taking away the 241 lives cruelly. The flight was supposed to reach London but dashed and ended precious souls including 169 Indian nationals, 53 British people, 7 Portuguese citizens and 1 Canadian. There was the former chief minister of Gujarat among those who were dead.