Tuesday 29 September 2009

Poetry

Poetry happens
in a crowded train; in an
AC bus, I sleep.

2 comments:

ys said...

Haha, sounds very right. To think and watch people, what better chance than the Mumbai local :)!
Sushama

Ozymandias said...

Thanks! Now that I shifted to travelling by bus, poetry seems to have dried up!

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