Tuesday, October 15, 2013

It was a highway,

It was a highway,
Windows down
The air when zipped in
And lighted wind
When blew like songs
Songs we sang,
Songs like singing a festival,
Songs like singing a season,

It was a highway,
Full of whistling cars,
Full of railings glistening,
And life ballooned to catch the fading drumbeats,
Processions towards rivers-
For immersions,
For holy dips,

It was a highway...

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