Through a window

THROUGH A WINDOW

I

I saw green grass
and brown earth
side by side
allotted patches
stretching far and wide
till my eyes reaches
a hill covered with woods.

II

The sombre morning breakfast
on a moving train coach
kept my hunger below pain
as i headed eastwards,
in a warm cabin, for Salzburg
i see beautiful things.

Houses here and there
all scattered like wild stars
designed by artistic men
who never saw trains in their lives.

Cows and sheep
graze the wet land
all in tacit harmony
a silver wire separates
the meadow into boundaries.

The web of electrical lines
stretches from zone to zone
like the railway lines in the city
they slice the green meadows.


[Train ride… Europe 1991]