Day
before, on evenings, miles are booked,
Eyes to
gaze the unknown, mind to outlook;
Separated
what from roads, haze & mountains,
Where
valleys beneath or bridges nudged by sea,
Chasing
bricks piercing sky or dung enwreathed shanties;
Where
board some, some alight, every few hundred miles,
Joyous
are to traverse many, but few also with plight;
Where a
glass sheathed windows at night reflect & hide,
And as
midnight silence crawls, trails tracks with light;
Where
sporadically, breeze stir flesh with flashing passing shades,
Instances
are when exited in between to explore, concluded journey with breaks;
Knowing
when it takes decades to learn a ‘single’ land; then why flow?
But even
though facets wouldn't be discerned; it’s adventitious to
know;
With numerous terminus seen & crossed, more to go,
As days
before what’s planned, is never for back & forth.
© Pranav
Chaturvedi 2019