Seventh Heaven
A cruise sails into blueness of a vast bosom, open,
at thirty thousand feet, gossamer clouds in motion.
Gliding underneath, on wings of albatross in ocean,
airplane whooshes high from a world of commotion.
Busy on laptop, client meetings, urgent at eleven.
Leave of five days fun, so many gifts to be given.
Carrying sick dad to anxiety, unknown destiny written,
Nine starless clouds strewn, is this the seventh heaven?
18th March 2019
Copyright © Debjani Mitra | Year Posted 2019
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