Boats and harbour

 

These boats are giving an impression of  cloudy morning

Across the rain-sky clouds heave to and fro,

On the bare river-bank, I remain alone -

 

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Old train

 

   The trees and the houses go wheeling back,

But the starry heavens above the plain

   Come flying on our track.

Air India

 

I have slipped the surly bonds of Earth

And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;

Let me merge into the clouds ...