The Plane Crash

By Ruchi Agrawal

She was 'Eighteen' then,

on flight, had never been.

Her first journey by plane,

boarded on time ,at 'Nine'.

Domestic flight of Nepal,

Owns a risk of travel, to fall.

Capacity ,just 'Seventy two',

along with the cabin crew.

All set to fly,

she closed her eyes.

Chanting her God's name,

to reach safe.

And it started cool.

The mountain  ranges,

Gave a beautiful view.

Refreshments, air hostess, announcements,

everything that she was unfamiliar to.

A tickling  effect or ,

Stomach defect.

A confusion lay behind.

What heard wasn't true,

It was safe to travel thorough.

At some point ,

excitement was steady,

pretendant upscaled already.

Few more minutes,

And there is 'Pokhra'

Renowed of its natural aura.

A lurch

When a sudden tremor,

was felt in horror.

The adreline gush in rushed,

reminiscing all her past,

aware  of the end at last,

the permanent end to her journey.

Repeated announcements were made ,

to fasten the seat belts ,in haste.

Within seconds ,a blast.

It smashed into a gorge.

And it was all into fragments.

Fragments of fire scattered,

all shattered.

Her cries ,her wishes, her hopes,

Were all burnt forever.

The sulking souls were heard,

In the loud quietness of the hills,

echoed the sound of the birds ,

Into the deep gorge that kills.

The deadliest ever plane crash,

leaving every bit ,burning into ash.

By Ruchi Agrawal