Net of memories
Restaurant on the high way
Some were eating
And some were waiting.
Newspaper was in the middle.
People were chirping like birds
on National issues.
In the corner Banta Singh was waiting
for his meal.
Memories were coming from a long distance.
He was advising his wife & was pleasing his mother.
Meal came on his table with a stroke.
He came out from the net of memories
and starts planning for tomorrow’s Journey.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem