The clickety-clack of the wheels,
Rubbing against the tracks,
Just as in childhood days, my face,
Lay stuck to the window pane,
To get a glance of the remains of the greenery that once lay, now to waste.
Hairs ruffled by the wind,
The moist air lending,
A sticky touch to my skin,
I still stay glued to the view,
The farmers are seen tilling the lands,
A herd of cows is seen ruminating,
And I keep smiling to the small talk made.
As the train keeps running,
So does my mind,
And making many more,
Begging for the journey never to end,
As the nostalgia sinks in, the tears,
Fade both the present,
And the past memories,
Making them indistinguishable,
From the next.....
- Abhishek Sharma Acharya