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Airbound
Airbound
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© Akshatha Ilangovan

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The wind tunnel roars,

A deafening noise,

The smoke leaves trails of 

Streamlined elegance.

Undisturbed,pristine,

And yet all that my mind,

Manages to perceive is

A tempest.

An unmistakable trace

Of fear.

A familiar numbness that clasps at

my throat,

At my ignorance

Of things I will never learn.

A melancholic ache

For what 

I will never see beauty in.

 And yet for now

I'll learn a string of Greek letters,

The proofs of equations that would

never,

Prove a thing to me.

At four through the wee

One morning, just before an exam

I'll sit and wonder

For how long I'll have to pretend

To understand

And yet never really know 

How lift affects drag

And let that drag me down.

And have yet another talk 

With my dad about 

A new re-entry vehicle,

Just hoping to feel that

Unexpressed pride in his voice.

And yet that

would never be me.

Just a budding figment of something 

I've never wanted to be.

And yet with a strengthened vow

To never let go of my dream,

Day after day, I will cease not 

To walk past. 

For I do see a day

When my tempest has subdued 

And my sail is afoot

In calm waters.

And that day even as tears streamline

across my face,

I will smile undaunted,

Star-struck...

Airbound!

Unfulfilled dreams aspirations

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