While we travel in a bus in journey of night,
We wait for early morning to see ray of light.
Crossing far distance of hundreds of miles,
With hope and pleasure a sleepy man smiles.
Child sun rises with big round face in East,
Dancing veil covers and opens made by mist.
Smog spreads over and across the road long,
Birds fly in row with chirping and sing song.
Childish rays fall on palms passing window,
Mind fills with cheer of travelling in mid bow.
Bus runs ahead in between middle of a road,
New villages, new towns we see as it does hoard.
In waiting time goes hearing devotional songs,
Running with hope of destination it also bongs
The little vision spreads forward and we too see,
Creamy morning shines in East with new of flee.
Finally we arrive to our long destined new town
At that time almost it looks favourable brown.
Hearing sound of chanting verse from temple,
We thank God walk the street with new ample.
Wednesday, November 26, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: beauty,journey,nature