A Train Journey: Satis Shroff

Wer den Dichter will verstehen

Muß in Dichters Lande gehen.

- Goethe

 

A TRAIN JOURNEY (Satis Shroff)

A screaming train,
Billowing smoke and sparks,
As it reaches Ghoom hill,
Descends to Darjeeling
Looping its way to lessen its speed.

What unfurls is a memorable Bergblick:
The majestic panorama of the snowny peaks,
The Kanchenjunga in all its splendour.
The summits like a jeweled crown,
Bathed in golden, yellow and orange light.
A moment of revelation in life,
Shared on a particular evening,
As the sun goes down slowly,
The mountain range is glowing,
A Himalayan glow.

A feast for the eyes of the beholder,
The play of lights
Evoked by the dying sun,
Upon the massif.

 

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