From the rolling tracks
Musings as one rolled on the tracks
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Kuch aisa sula diya rail gadi ne,
Mano kisi karibi ke god me sir ho,
Uth ke darwaze se mehsoos ki
Khoobsoorat sham – alhad, khud me mast aur apni aur bulati,
Phir tare aye
Peeth pe let kar hi unhe nihara ja sakta hai – baat chit ki
jaa sakti hai,
Train ke haule haule hilne se - aur mooh pe hawa lagne se
Maza to aati hai
Aur neend bhi kya khoob aati hai
**
Crossed the lovely Krishna and Tungabhadra,
Both appeared busy - unlike me at times on the window at others the door,
From Darters basking to herons awaiting fishes,
From sand-mining using bullock-carts to fishing using
coracles,
People chatting, washing clothes, going somewhere, bathing, doing nothing,
Why did we have only dead-pan names in school days
No trips to rivers ?
No chats with people interacting with rivers ?
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Earlier posts on railway journeys
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