BKK
Rushing people approach the gate,
Hurrying up, so not to be late,
Some read books, a few awaits,
Passports and tickets are at hand,
While lining up at Airport of Thailand.
Some kids a-crying, some are laughing,
Luggage and baggage full of something,
Some were with friends, some were couple,
Some were with sweethearts, and some were hopeful.
Sitting at the side bench, waiting for the call,
Typing a lonely poem, for those single soul,
Who, at one point, missed their flight,
Yet hoping to fly soon before the New Year's night.
