A journey by road,
On the highway,
Settled snuggly inside,
The eyes become host , to
panoramic view, of all
Passersby, vendors, roads, trucks
Trees, fields, Dharma, water parks,
Buildings, hotels, all moving swiftly
In the opposite direction.
The child in me knows it all
Yet amused to witness the illusion do speed
The eyes perceive.
Each moving in the opposite direction
As if bidding adieu to us
In the hope of
Meeting again
God willing.
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