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White Lines
White lines keep, running back
Along the tar road, greyish and black
Blinking in beat, with broken lines
Hypnotic rhythm, that calms me down
Bus kept whizzing, furiously past
The passing hills and scattered grass
Dreams kept following, far from above
White clouds flying, in deep blue sky
They too somehow, keep falling back
New ones arrive, that catch my eye
Once in a while, bus does slow down
At signposts and bright yellow lights
Mere a passenger, realise late, I am
Can’t even decide, how and where to go
Tired of thinking, I rest my head
Wish life was simple, just a long black road
©️ShashikantDudhgaonkar
Lovely poem
Thanks Sadje
You’re welcome