No True Repeats In Life
One calm evening,
on a leisure drive with my wife
along the Inphal-Dimapur
National Highway,
I remembered
my overnight road journeys
to Guwahati for office work,
sometimes together with her,
before my retirement a decade ago.
Tedious journeys,
winding through the hilly roads
of Manipur and Nagaland ,
yet enjoying the beautiful scenary.,
Intermittent short stops,
taking tea and snack at roadside stalls,
passing through the busy marketplaces
in Dimapur and Assam.
Songs from Hindi films,
heard inside the bus
and at the marketplaces .
A longer halt at Jakhalaabandha,
where all took rest and food,
then arrival at Paltan Bazaar
in the morning,
searching for a hotel.
We decided once again
to go to Guwahati
when the covid pandemic was over
boarding a night super
to recreate once our past journeys.
Back home, our little grandson waiting
for me to play with him.
I remembered then,
as the days,months,and years pass,
there will be no true repeats in life.
( Published in the International Poetry Anthology-IT IS STILL POETRY )
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