The train moved swiftly
The Gulmohar tree spread its many hands
amidst myriad lands..
And here I am
Watching the raindrops drizzle
and the occasional whistle
of a huge machinery moving fast.

The destination is almost near
A frail cry from the ancestral home I hear
Calling to embrace me in
to the lush green meadows of forgotten memories.

I could see my childish face
hidden in the walls of that space
Milky white teeths and gulab...