by Ragesh Gopinathan
Rain was over
Green, darker
Train moving.
There are places where the rail attempts a circle,
Always to fail.
Train a mere follower
Draws with its body whatever the rail has already drawn.
Me watching out
Up above, the sky yet to be blue.
Seeing a crow, a man-crow
On his wings.
I ask him “engotta?”*
“panikk pova**”, replies him.
Where to
His better half, the woman clad in black
Off to work
Follows, obediently.
I wish them good luck, move on.
Thinking of my ‘man-eyes’ that
Always find men on front,
As it is on earth, so is it on the sky.
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