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The suburban railway train rolled out

Passengers spat off like phlegm from the city

A couple of hours then the moist smog fled

Late morning brightness filled the sky

Greenery sprouting on both sides untended

Wild flowers,silver white storks on wetland

Green paddy fields ,the hyacinth mantled ponds

Pride of the masked city left behind- the humble huts

The language of the faces changed

Changed to unruffled canvases of serenity

A new unprinted book on nature was written

Written on both sides of the open windows

Peace wrought on the wrinkled scorny brows

                                                                                      Only the night before these brows were concentrated

                                                                                      Trying to catch a glimpse of Man's wizardy

                                                                                      The smoke,the heat,the noise,sardine-packed thousands

                                                                                      Thronging to see the craftsmanship

                                                                                      Temples,monuments,strange themes to house the goddess

                                                                                      Was there any sanctity,sanity? queueing ,jostling for hours ?

The train stopped at the destination......

Relaxed cycle-rickshaw ride;the small district town

The low-budget pandals,decorations

Nobomi Puja was in progress; the "dhaks" were beating

Beating the insanity off the stressed,tired mind

Suburban Nobomi trips helps urbany to unwind

©bishu