I love this journey,

the air of novelty

and some experience

that it carries.


I like how till the end of my sight,

I can witness only the road

narrowing its broader boundaries

with caricatures printed in between—

some dotted evenly

while others demarcating

each branch and each leaf.


I see variations

not only in the trees

but also in the fields—

some arid

while others painted with grass,

some ploughed to darker shade

and rest decorated with

the beginning of novelty.

They are disturbed by

the planted houses

in which there exists some humanity.


There are marks of the withered

indicating some presence of the past

and also of the regeneration.

It continues after a few

halts in between

to a destination

which keeps changing.

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