The Lonely Life of Our Heroes of The Sky. A Loving Dedication to my Brother Madan (Emge)
Madan is a retired military officer from the air force
The Lonely Life of A Cockpit Pilot
Dauntless, skilled and daring, are the heroes of the sky,
Elite; well-trained; obedient, they never question why,
Their poor husbands and their women; their children have to cry,
While they fight manoeuv’ring turns; accelerate on high.
Very lonely is the cockpit pilot of the heights,
Dog-fighting; out-beguiling, the enemy in sight.
Attacks from deadly missiles, a constant cause of plight;
‘Barrel-rolls’ for aerial combat; many sleepless nights.
Brave a man who never feels, the lonesomeness of fear;
Body demands and black-outs; or ae-ri-al warfare.
Dog-fights … entering the fog …engaged in air-to-air.
Breaking laws of physics; somersaulting everywhere.
Alone the cockpit fighters! Some think of those at home,
Others dream of lightning strikes; crash-landing on a dome.
All their dreams and aspirations, nurtured high in space.
So much of skill required, to become a perfect Ace!
So it’s a lonely time up there, in a fighter plane,
Encased in sombre clothing, poor comfort to their pain.
So as they do ‘tight turns’ for us; die a thousand times,
Let all our men and women, send love and healing chimes.
-Manatita 27th February, 2016. ©Copyrighted.
Sri Chinmoy on Courage
"Inner courage is nothing but constant self-giving... God granted courage to our body before we were spiritual, before we aspired. He thought that with this courage we would be fully alert. He gave courage to our vital. He thought that with this courage our vital would be dynamic. He gave courage to our mind. He felt that with this courage our mind would be completely clear. He gave courage to our heart. He thought that with this courage our heart would be totally pure.
Then we became seekers. Now God has given our heart the power of oneness. He has given our mind the power of wideness. He has given our vital the power of compassion. He has given our body the power of sacrifice. ..”- Sri Chinmoy.
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