I look down at the lights below
The cities with fabulous homes and malls
The bountiful green fields stretching endlessly
The beautiful blue lakes that dot the landscape
I look at the grain that my subjects have to eat
The water that they can swim in... or drink
The roads that they can travel
The bridges they can cross
I feel proud of what my kingdom has become
I am filled with satisfaction
the joy fills an aura around myself
I look away from the window
looking in surprise at the many people around me
and ask the pretty lady "Who are these people in my august presence"
she says with a smile" They paid Indigo Airlines 500 + taxes to be here sir.. just like you"
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