I embark on a four-hour travel
In a cold evening of December
Many beautiful things on the way to unravel
A sweet melody played out together
Nature’s beauty is full of wonders
A poet can’t resist writing more
Hillocks of stacked hay in few numbers
Unruffled red-orange leaves to adore
A little heap of stones and sands
The unfinished building facing solemn
A few neatly bundled firewood stands
The pampas grass bearing white blossoms
The meanders of the highway
The black and yellow striped dividers
Life is blooming on the busy Saturday
By the riverside, lampposts are glowing brighter
Lined with small shops
Selling fruits, snacks and tea
Moments of joy for visitors go non-stop
No matter how life turns out to be
The lads coming back on the opposite way
And I am travelling from home away.
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