Riding trains down the track through five states of India,
having the time of my life, listening interiorly for that
lonesome whistle as we travel into the night.
Excited and feeling an anticipation like never before, en-
joying the ride with my friend, Amitava and many strangers
to boot.
A wonderful experience in this lifetime, so intensely being
brought back every time this mind goes through spheres of
memories, taking reminders, planting them along measures of
music, picking them up one by one alongside of musical rhythms.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem