I Drop Dead

A dash through events
keeps me on tip toe.

Flew from one end
of the world
to the other.

A drive from the farthest
to the interior
all so vigorous
a journey tiring.

Followed by a sail
across the Bay Of Bengal
experience sea sickness
nauseating and intensive
a sojourn for a month

Finally in the train
arriving at the northern part
crossing cities, villages
mountains and rivers
a lengthy travel
through night and day
pronounces an unspeakable fatigue.

I drop down dead.