Poem of Travel
Showers of beauty on mountains And we’re climbing one in car, Songs older than the car itself, Mist of shyness hiding hills Feels like climbing a stairway to heaven, shrieks of laughter, Vibrant houses shining like gems, Wacky ups and downs, And the downpour of water has formed these curves, And some scars of time, weather, and men, Even though it's all an illusion O madhav, Tahairnai do issai, marai mn kai angan kai, eak chotai sai konai mai A.V