Train chugged along
hooting siren
through unknown lands.
Yellow sea of sunflowers
on both sides
smiling and dancing to the delight of passengers.
Peacocks spreading
wings hither and thither for the passengers to enjoy
them dancing
cattles grazing along
grass lands caring nothing.
A bus plying down
a tarred road running
parallel to the
rail track.
At the extreme ends
rocky hills trying to
kiss the cloudless skies.
A novel about a
train journey penned
by a writer rests
in my lap.
Am I supposed to continue reading
the experiences
of the novelist while on journey?
Or Am I to enjoy the sights
looking through the window?
Tell me my friends……
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