Station to station
( after guardian)
Train passes through carrying
the dusk and dust laden in my heart
of forgotten old days yet, inerasable:
dust of insults and injury so sad;
pigeons are covey shot as if at one
sling and taking of in a broad spectrum
of day, me delightfully passing through;
smoke out of tea cups, as if each
segment with a memory stirring
with a tale .Journey to London,
train passing through pastures,
cows grazing, and hills, trains
halting with automated doors
opening when people
enter hang
on to leather straps;
Shakespeare
and Words worth,
Arnold and Eliot
spring from my memory, my college
days, learning passion unabated till now.
Learn so much from nostalgia
Soothing, to
relive our life past.
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