The Proposal…

Roses in the cockpit,
and we are flying in the air.

Its perfect for me to propose.
but not so soon,
i want you to wait.
wait till we come close to the Taj.

I know am being mean,
but it all; worth the wait.
while the cold breeze is messing with your hair,
let me check how close are we.

Above the Yamuna river,
the Taj Mahal on the right,
the Amarvilas on left.

On my knees,
with proposal ring.

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