Don't ever get down at Remount Road
on the train's brief pause.
Once I couldn't resist
when through the window
I can't say what beckoned me.
The sky after a drizzle was awashed blue
and its miniature carvings on the puddles
sprung from my steps like thousand dreams.
There on the unshaded platform
were faces as puzzled as mine.
I didn't intend to detrain here, I spoke,
we didn't too, the voices echoed
but it felt so like the place
we wanted to be but missed.
Walk me barefoot on the sodden earth,
a girl offered her hand,
recount to me the unfinished stories,
make me a home.
I won't miss this time,
I was crying.
I have recounted the story to many
but they all have eyed me
like I am mad.
They only repeat there's no Remount Road
on this route.
Apr 12, 2018
Apr 12, 2018 at 11:24 AM UTC
Don't ever get down at Remount Road
on the train's brief pause.
Once I couldn't resist
when through the window
I can't say what beckoned me.
The sky after a drizzle was awashed blue
and its miniature carvings on the puddles
sprung from my steps like thousand dreams.
There on the unshaded platform
were faces as puzzled as mine.
I didn't intend to detrain here, I spoke,
we didn't too, the voices echoed
but it felt so like the place
we wanted to be but missed.
Walk me barefoot on the sodden earth,
a girl offered her hand,
recount to me the unfinished stories,
make me a home.
I won't miss this time,
I was crying.
I have recounted the story to many
but they all have eyed me
like I am mad.
They only repeat there's no Remount Road
on this route.
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