Someday we will know, where does an aviator goes
When their work on earth is through.
Where the air is clean, and the engines gleam,
And the skies are always blue.
They have flown alone, with the engine's moan,
As they sweat the great beyond,
And they take delight, at the awesome sight
of the world spread far and yon.
Yet not alone, for above the moan, when the earth is out of sight,
As they make their stand, He takes their hand,
and guides them through the night.
How near to God are these men of sod,
Who step near death's last door?
Oh, these men are real, not made of steel,
But He knows who goes before,
And how they live, and love and are beloved,
But their love is most for air.
And with death about, they will still fly out,
And leave their troubles there.
He knows these things, of men with wings,
And He knows they are surely true.
And He will give a hand, to such a man
'Cause He's an aviator too.
P.S-Dedicated to Roomil...my bestest childhood buddy, a brother rather, an amazing prankster and an aviator with Indian Air Force..A true son of soil..he left us in a mishap while his paradiving training mission..Had a great love for flying...eventually he died doing what he loved the most....Flying.
Champ!! its still hard to believe that one complete year has passed since you left us..at times when i am facing life's blue it feels that you wil just swoosh inside and cheer up everyone..Dunno where you are dude..bt I am sure you will be Rocking there too:)..roomu, the the girls n clement town are getting hotter re..missed you there a lot this time..Oye!! you still owe me that beer..remember....hope to see ya again someday...somewhere buddy..keep rockin!!mising ya!
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