Through that window I have seen,
scenes unseen.
They engulf deep oceans of emotions,
they are wide skies where my excitement soars.
They dig out anxiety from my heart,
they bring about turmoil in my mind.

Through that window I have seen,
quiet wilderness,
that takes me miles away,
that is touched ,touched by
that wind stealthily, my heart sways.

Through that window I have seen,
the golden sun rays.
They swiftly spread soothing freshness,
they wipe away tiniest spot of lazy darkness.
They revive the sleeping enthusiasm,
they satiate each organism.

Through that window I have seen,
that colorful dusk,
which paints day’s feelings on night’s bed sheet.
Those small huts of local tribes
which are illuminated by twinkling light,
which finally make my fantasy swell,
still my in satiate heart is not healed.

Suddenly the whistling train,
pulls me back.
When I stand to collect my luggage,
promising my conscience to search for an answer,
an answer to these feelings,
which will rise inevitably once again,
in my next journey by a train.

Apurva Srivastava
IBM2012041
IIIT-Allahabad