From the compartments of wisdom,
from the closed bookshelf
which page do you want to open now?
Let me find a place
to load my baggage too.
Once….
In neatly plaited spiral note book
I wrote about a race called humans
While in that moving train
of Shakespearean  Sonnets
I encountered a world so different,
so different from the cheerful one
I was accustomed with
there I pulled the chain
and that train stopped
on parallel rail tracks…violently
And from the very next dawns
ink splashed on my coffee mug
in different shapes
in uneven graphic formats