The Tale Of Fallen Telegraphic Posts. Poem by Ravi Panamanna

Along the sideways of these endless tracks
We are breathing our last.
Among the railroad stocks,
We are for many years dead and gone.

The days of telegraphy are over
And here we lay an abandoned lot.
As the leaning tower of Pisa,
We stand to beaten weather and wilder winds.

We stand wingless against the sky,
A few birdies perch on our fallen hands.
With a stoop and a lean sideways,
We forever leave the portals of life.

From station to station unto thy destination,
Once we had kept an eagle's sensation.
From end to end it was a tempestuous dive
And breathing our winds, the trains stayed alive.

And in the course of changing tides,
Our pastures were coming to a land slide.
And in the changing vignette of life,
We fell from the richness of our dales.
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Once I was going by train to Mumbai and the sight of fallen telegraphic posts along the side of the tracks resulted in the above poem.