Background: I have always loved flying and a few trips that took me across the length and breadth of our country brought the physical geography studied years and years ago very live in front of my eyes and rekindled my long forgotten love for the subject :)
A novel practical in Indian Geography,
With a few breathtaking trips, above the clouds,
Brings cognizance of topography,
Into light, out of theoretic shrouds.
The mighty Himalayas appear pointed ivory clouds,
Unlike the pics seen in books by I and You,
The lazily meandering river with its bends,
Inspires the illustrious shape of the horse shoe.
Islands of silt the river drains,
Featureless vast Northern Plains,
And the scattered oxbow lakes,
Fail to remain anymore fakes.
Narmada prancing through the Marble rocks,
Brings alive Bernoulli and Venturi forces,
Incredible is to see the big bird's shadow,
Racing on the feathery clouds.
Is it the tapering tip of the peninsula,
Or is it the beak of a giant eagle,
The icteric continental shelf is perceptible,
Against the sparkling blue bathyal bezel.
Cumulonimbus clouds above the Indian Ocean,
Are large scoops of the vanilla ice cream,
Submerged patches, elevated isles,
Evoke desire of flying thousand more miles.
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