Aboard Jet Airways
Headed home
Where there is no love
To beckon
Just sense of duty's call
Tugs me across
Many borders of land;
My heart's in despair
Asking nought
But to run and run
Be Milkha of my life
To reach and
Dive deep
In the thick of your chest
To find final rest
Just where the Master
Had sprung me from -
O Life, take me to my nest
In seat of my spiritual form.
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