#1
The train chugs along, creeping through
The towns,the villages and lands fallow;
sniffing and searching for a fresh brew
Of piping hot rasam with spicy potato.
#2
The sky-scrapers, the double-deckers and the coastal wave-breakers,
The pubs, the party and the
rampant “impropriety”,
The lights, the nights and the guilty delights,
The posse, their push & their pull – they all seem passé
When one craves for a well made masal dosai.
notes:
The poet also misses medu vada, he recognizes the tonal consonance of chembur and sambar. But,as the destination is fast approaching, he packs his bags, salivating...
