In the moving train
I wish you in the glass window seat beside me…
Even as I think you blossomed as a flower
With my arms around you
Lost yourself in the kisses I showered
There we go into the apple garden
Unfurling in the glass window
Under that primitive naughty apple tree
You like a tasty sugarcane stem
juiced into apple cocktail mix
Feeling all these even as we look into the window
The passing apple garden, the apple tree
The train is moving we move in and out of window
In the mind enjoying the passing greenery, orchards
Glass window enabled see through you enabled bliss
through!
The thrill of having you with me in the train
Though away yet with me in the mind
The power and beauty of love materialising you there
The train chug chugs along merrily
We go on a heavenly ride dizzily >>>>>.
-Mohan Sanjeevan
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