Airplanes Poem by Imran Basir

Airplanes

A thing that flies, ​
In the heavenly skies, ​
Birds frown, ​
As no birds with engines were ever found, ​
It holds passengers, ​
It holds baggage's, ​
It cuts clouds, ​
It looks over mounds, ​
As high as it goes, ​
It can't row, ​
As humans swim, ​
It will never win.​

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