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The View from my train window
by Pooja Ganesh
A fresh green spread,
soaking up the orange hues.
Tiny roads that lead to the horizon,
small beautiful homes,
in the middle of green haven.
Low hanging, angry clouds
their knives sharpened,
threatening dread.
Oh!my heart,
fears the impending downpour,
......
View
by Pijush Biswas
Late night, moon, gone yonder the line
Half hidden from sights, covered clouds
So, what an embassy, quite and fine
Steeling far, and so a deep tension
Meaning, - how such a life which shrouds
In some tired, lonesome lit moan
Somehow the road, though seems empty
But many a hoods of owls threat
Only but some true fates' company
To prove itself such a dupe, fails,
......
View
by Pijush Biswas
Late night, moon, gone yonder the line
Half hidden from sights, covered clouds
So, what an embassy, quite and fine
Steeling far, and so a deep tension
Meaning, - how such a life which shrouds
In some tired, lonesome lit moan
Somehow the road, though seems empty
But many a hoods of owls threat
Only but some true fates' company
To prove itself such a dupe, fails,
......
The View from my train window
by Pooja Ganesh
A fresh green spread,
soaking up the orange hues.
Tiny roads that lead to the horizon,
small beautiful homes,
in the middle of green haven.
Low hanging, angry clouds
their knives sharpened,
threatening dread.
Oh!my heart,
fears the impending downpour,
......
