Riddhi Singhania, Class X D
I was a pilot then
Flying the Airbus One-Thirty
It was over the Bermuda Triangle
That I felt the nature was playing dirty.
The radars went off
My hands started shaking
An abyss I saw below
And the plane started sinking.
It was neither the blue ocean
Nor the blue clouds of the heaven
It was indeed a time warp
In which we all were taken.
To the right we saw the civilizations
To the left were the inventions
It showed the whole world together
That even history books don’t mention.
Two or three hours thus passed
We don’t know what happened
But when the enchanting spell was broken
We had already reached our destination.
