• Published : 25 Aug, 2015
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Between two stations

there's the endless track

that coils and diverges

into many possibilities

and the cities and hamlets

that appear unannounced

dusty, neglected with

traces of toil in paddy fields

and people who sit in the sun

with clay tea cups

watching the horizon unfold

with the same old monotony.

I count the pebbles on the track

that move away into nothingness

I mourn the loss of the traces

of the paths I traversed

from the cabin window

sitting here alone

in the stillness of perpetual motion,

in search of other homes.

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Debarshi Mitra

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