It was a stunning morning
The sky glittered in its golden glory
After 3 months and days fourteen
I would fly back to my wife and kids
With an interesting Malaysian story
With our wedding anniversary just a day away
She would be delighted to see me home
For the kids, I’d again be the partner in play
Their vacations and now mine too
I would gift them all a trip to Rome
I would be with her in an hour
Oh no, it’s still more than three
Fresh from the shower
She would wear my favourite perfume
And smile and blush like a school girl silly
Thought of, to the airport all the way
Shirley’s cute little fingers and curly hair
Daddy I love you, will she say
Ted’s stories of flirting with girls
And they chasing him down the stair
The flight now seemed to be long
So I would better shut my eye
Suddenly I felt a jolt strong
Crackling noises and engine roaring
Flight moving up even high
What was happening?
I had no clue
There was a fire on wing
It sped like anything
It headed towards water blue
She didn’t even know I was aboard
How would Emma stay without me?
From her rainbow, all colours would flee
What would happen to the kids?
They wouldn’t even draw a family tree
Men, women and kids 238
To their families it was a final farewell for some
For others, even last meeting wasn’t in fate
All of us were in excruciating pain
Nationality, Language, Gender, now mattered none
The heat was burning my skin
My lungs choked with fume and smoke
I groped for oxygen
I closed my eyes
And the spirit was free from its lock
I never thought it was Ocean Indian or Pacific
Was it to attack a country, a planned hijack?
Media please don’t make emotions a game
Please tell my relatives that I am dead
And then I give a damn to any of your claim!
