Tuesday, October 14, 2008


No arrows for direction, No measures for distance
The roads I can ask; the skies I can talk.
Rays of sun to tell me the time
And winds to sing story of older times.
The little girl speaks words so polite
Alas, for the language I am naive.

Mountains to give me a high
And castles, if only one, I could buy;
Sit on swings of leaves when the legs get tired;
Drink from the river when the throat gets dry.
Take company with edelweiss and hyacinths
Holstein and Simmental to bid me good bye

Oh tram, take me to my ElDorado
Terra firma where i am Incognito

-Anuj Lakhotia

This is written after visiting Salzburg, Innsbruck and Werfen in Austria.

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