A Raily Ride

Its intense!

As I confide my form into the brownish booth,

With heat in and cold out, the humping of the coach

Copious thoughts slide my mind. Some of shades grey; fairer some

If the humming of wheels in agony stops?

Or like the child, who stares at gate,

If the sweet vendor would ever pass along?

Better still I would be to think,

Like the intense reader, drowned in write,

Who at times glazes to see,

About the cabin for another comrade,

 Nor even I would ponder, upon the maidens,

As the youth with a book held, do with slight stares

Like that of sage who tells beads of rosary,

With murmurs quiet and nervous mind

 I would never think alike.

The man I am like,

Is one that tells about a raily ride

 

                      ---- Amar laksh

Reviews

[Lover Of Words]

Very Nice!

[Annabelle Lee]

Very nice, happy new year

[Adam Whitworth]

very good

[amarlaksh]

Thanks straight from my heart

[dunnia]

Very interesting like the last two lines