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.
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