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

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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 

Moving on rails

Railway musings