Manohari Velamati


Destination

Gloomy Thoughts Raising High,
As the Train is Passing By,
Dull Faces and Tired Looks,
That Make Me Feel Sick,
Ploughing Fields and the Sprouting Leaves,
That My Eyes Pick,
The Destination that Never Comes,
And the Clock that Standstill,
The Wet Soil Looking Fresh,

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