A Midway Petrol Pump Comments
I don't remember when I started my journey.
I don't know where the starting point of my travelling was.
Perhaps I was sleeping somewhere when someone
put me on the rear seat of a taxi cab
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The date of starting of journey is not remembered. You were wrapped in an woolen blanket and was travelling. The taxi cab was running on a lonely highway.and your journey was not over. The petrol pump was a beautiful place that you reached and that was not your destination. An amazing poem is brilliantly penned.10
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10/6/2025 9:12:26 AM # 1.0.0
A lovely metaphor, a thought provoking poem.