PARTHA Sinha
Purba Bardhaman, West Bengal
For an important task,
I’ll take a night flight to China.
No time to stay there;
I'll return the very next day!
After booking my Airbus ticket
and donning my coat,
I reached the airport even
before dusk fell afloat!
Early in the morning,
my security check was done.
The flight was delayed,
so I had to wait—no fun!
By 6 o'clock, I was at the
guesthouse, tired and grim.
Outside, the wind howled,
and dark clouds loomed dim.
The seats were mostly empty,
passengers were few.
Under night’s eerie glow,
it gave a chilling view!
Ahead of me sat two gentlemen,
deeply engrossed in chatter.
Their curly hair seemed familiar—
did it even matter?
They said, "Brother, where are you
headed? A storm will soon rage.
Tonight's flight won't take off—
go back home, disengage!"
“How do you know this?” I asked,
surprised by their insight.
“We are the inventors of airplanes—
the Wright Brothers, right?”
But in a flash, the chairs were empty—
where did they go?
The storm grew stronger, and yes,
the flight was canceled though!