VANDE BHARATH THOUGHTS

      
                                                                            

Every travel brings joy for a kid, away from home,

Me, no exception, eagerly in wait for the summer,

Six decades in rewound,  memories lived longer.

Free from the final exams, awaiting  a long holiday,

 

An exciting mode of transport, then for every child,

Inspiring any ten year old to enjoy the fun and thrills

Journey by train hit the mind, in those days of yore

Parents were away, my annual travel sure  with frills.

 

As we leave those fine holidays, with heavy hearts,

The thoughts of next school year looming large,

The days of the return journey drawing closer,

In no mood for my return and to leave the parents.

 

Querying my worrying mind, my father doubted,

Usual tantrums, he did find out and consoled me,

Told him of a toy train as the only gift, I cherished,

Till date as a boy, I had never asked him for gifts,

 

The next day, he gave him a big gift, to my surprise,

Toy train with two bogies on the circular track,

My joy knew no bounds, I was jumping all round,

Forgot the holidays, played with it till my return.

 

This spurred to write a poem, after a long sixty years

Again a surprise, I had travelled by train many a time,

Cherishing a travel by Vande Bharat, since its inception,

Longing an opportune moment, to enjoy with some one.

 

The moment came at last, a travel with my batch mates,

Two dozens and more of our batch stretched their hands

A tour filled with frolic and fun, an unforgettable tour,

Shared  the aged group enjoying the arduous journey.

 

Speed thrills, wished to travel for long, in the fastest mode,

Bullet trains, films, haunted my thoughts for long since then,

Watched with awe, as the screen showed hundred plus speed,

In an ecstatic mood throughout the travel, longing for more.