Tuesday, 6 August 2013


Water weeds growing

Again and again,

Touch surface line

With land, filled with silence.


Electric wires,

Rail lines running

Alongside waters,

Passengers stare in the window,

Sound of train breaks loneliness.


That entire scene

Seems to know the serendipity,

And nature’s beauty,

We have the life, and

Its measures under the sun.

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