Ashok Niyogi
Tunnels are like funnels,
Light in the beginning,
Light at the end
What letter do you want to send?
Once upon a time,
I was a chimney sweep,
Claustrophobia caught up with me
Now I only weep.
At the railway crossing
We had to stop;
A train was in the way,
As something usually is;
Only, this was a little guy
Huffing and puffing
On the hills.
I see these Hondas zipping by
And wonder, whatever happened to time,
Does it no more rhyme?
But then I see the tiny cows
Grazing on the massive hills,
I see the lady with a load of wood,
I see the upside of the mountain road
I understand the load.
