INDIGO, FOREVER !

Oh, where is IndiGo the 
flyer's pride ?
Where is the soul of air?
It's roaring ride?
Where is across the earth, its
endless fly-by?
However will the world aviate
the entire sky?

Unknown, unheard, has gone
the wing'd beloved.
Nowhere into the air has it
dissolved.
My soul with deepest yen
restless does lie,
As hangs o'er me the sky
lifeless and dry!

But wings of IndiGo can
never drop.
Its stately steady flights can
never stop.
Can cease not breaths of
human paradise.
Can sink not people, their
ambition to rise.

Immortal is my childhood's 
wondrous fly
That hover'd over at uncatchable
high;
My crafty paper planes of halcyon
days
Now IndiGo the marvel of the
skies.

I know the avian wonder will
soar again -
Again across the boundless
azure heaven,
Astutely through the blinks of
snowy clouds
So with blinkers of light through
nightly shrouds...

The wings of IndiGo will always
flutter.
The sky with arrogance will 
always roar
Behind the leader plane's 
progressive roar
Of humanitarian work and 
endeavour,
With humanity's forward will 
to conquer,
Yet limitless, yet higher, yet
stronger,
With glories and well being
forever...

Forever IndiGo, forever zest,
Forever my flights in the heaven's breast.

 - N P SAMAL, BHUBANESWAR, ODISHA