Highway Blues


Bare-skinned hills
Rub grassy shoulders
With slitted veins of highways.

Bristly strands of trees
Line an unadorned neckline
Exposed to wide, blind skies.

Open-mouthed valleys
Thirst for rain,
Breathing in sunshine.

Crawling cities may creep up,
But they can never conquer
The sleeping spirits of the mountains.

AN- These were just some thoughts inspired by the Mumbai-Pune expressway.


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