An Endless Traveller Comments
(Once upon a time bullock carts were a common sight on our Indian roads. Now, in the change of tide, these carts are swept ashore. Here in this poem, a bullock cart is recollecting its breezy days. The last eight or twelve lines apply to the nostalgic feelings of the reader as well. Thus, two planes of reading is possible) .
Once upon a time
When the winds were soft,
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What a beautiful poem. It takes me back to my childhood. How I get nostalgic for those times when life's simple pleasures disappear. Late nights when we sat on the porch and listened to grown up tell stories; buying local made ice cream by the roadside; Driving in wooden buses to the market. Gone are those days! ' From hamlets to distant towns' beautiful!
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Indian Life Style [early days bullock cart days] bears a earthly and typical mouldy…fragrance To bring alive in jet age is like riding in time machine and backward wheeling…and you’ve done it Sir... 10 Ms. Nivedita UK