Sydney Train

by Prof. Jaydeep Sarangi



I landed and announced My dreams with your land People and long history with the white. Your stones are cold Frozen and dry. I tried with ink Helpless! Your caravan took me to Thirroul, Blue turf. The vast hillside of Katoomba I had a hazy look into your garden Met with enigmatic discourse Through white eyes! You are there As the old three sisters Like old myths People call you “aborigines". We call you the saviors of history. I built my hut near your train line!

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Inspiration from your visit to Australia.May the train of your creativity chug on! Cheers.

T.S.Chandra Mouli
08-Nov-2012 18:56 PM