you are on board of the fate,
sketched by someone, visible to none
but acknowledged by everyone.
Tragedy of the ill-fated flight
is only an excuse of your exit.
Certainly taking-off is in your hands
as at your disposal wrestling power
and fleeting materialism and money
but safe survival is always on hazard
for the reasons known to none.
Though you are belted
but your landing can be bolt from blue
where you will be able to fathom
the force featuring your future
and will be left with no clue.
The taking off the life is circuitous
and every co-ordinate and tangent
of its trajectory is teeming with
timorous tragedies, trials and troubles
as if you were treading the track
interspersed with rocks and pebbles.