Gwalior 1

Isn’t it enough that we had met
And left
The train had not grown
As the whitewashed sky and the ravines
That dared to touch it sometimes
There are these strange summer birds
That has flown long
To be there
Pecking on seedless summer strands
You told me of thoughts
Penetrating a sundrop curtain
Following the birds following the train
Following eyes
As always.

by Dr.Amitabh Mitra