When your death takes its toll
All the money you made
will never buy back your soul
So let’s nourish our soul
Revel in joyful songs of the birds
Through the trees, the wind whispers
Stop, feel and listen to what it is saying
There is a message in everything
Be it the roar of the ocean’ waves
Or
the bubbling sound the brook makes
Birds tell us to spread the wings
have no fear of falling, and start flapping.
Ocean says, “while storms may come
but never lasts.
It’s the calm waters that will always triumph”
When your death takes its toll
All the money you made
will never buy back your soul
So let’s nourish our soul
Trees whispers, ” I can teach you something.
the art of adapting and regenerating
the beautiful art of self healing”
Brook joins the conversation
flows through the fields, meadows and joins the ocean.
It says, “Man, you take birth, grow old and vanish
but my presence will never diminish.”
When your death takes its toll
All the money you made
will never buy back your soul
So let’s nourish our soul
About The Poetess
Capt. Priya Jain is a pilot with Air India. Spotting aircraft in the skies in her childhood gave birth to her dream of flying an aircraft, a dream she achieved at the age of 17. While flying gives her a high, writing keeps her grounded. But she finds both equally liberating. Priya started writing at the age of 14. When she was in Class 11, she paid tribute to her teachers through her first poem, titled “SHE”. “SHE” was printed in Hindustan School Times, the edition of Hindustan Times that is meant for school children. That gave her the motivation to write more. She writes blogs about poetry, flying experiences, dilemmas in life, philosophy and Haikus.
For Priya, writing is a need, as well as a form of therapy. Wheels Up! is her debut book.
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