Pilots Fly High

Nature's talisman

 Lavished as the manifestation

Off the sun over the blue sea, 

Oh the heaven is spun. 

Ravished is the human heart

So is the soul

So is the tiny bird

And the tiny toad.

The water shimmers

Like your dream does

The sky glitters

And your dismay blurs

You wish to be a boat sailing

You hover, you scream, you fly availing

A thunder claps and your feet shakes

But shakes not your faith and valour

Here you go, oh you pilot 

You whistle, you stand 

Bold, you abandon

The trepidations behind

Oh, you pilot,

You get up 

You got your own hand

You fly high,

Until the horizon reaches you

And you reach your soil,

Your Land.

You fly high

You fly high

There's nothing stopping you

For the present has been

Already moulded into past

And the future will know it

In the form of history

There's nothing stopping you

Neither the cowards nor the time

The day has passed

Has come the time to shine

To announce that you belong

To the world of healers

And protectors 

There's nothing stopping you

There's nothing stopping you

-Dedicated to the pilot,

Abhinandan Varthman.