Through the Windows
Those lofty trees
move backwards swiftly
and so are those
bitter past memories;
Uncertain of the things
that are in front
and so are hitches
about to confront;
All I can do is sit quiet
and take the ride.
Many a time I greet
the radiant dawn
and sometimes I meet
the menacing tunnel.
But it's for me to decide
whether to detest
or relish the ride.
And I opt for the latter
and so started delighting the drive
through the windows shutter
Copyright © Supraja Kannan | Year Posted 2021
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