The memories <br />Of the quaint retreat <br />Nestled in the hills, <br /> <br />After our wedding. <br />Bemused <br />I reflect, <br />How twenty years <br />Have fled. <br /> <br />Seated next, <br />A newly wed <br />Hand in hand <br />Slept, <br />Bride bedecked. <br /> <br />Her head <br />Slowly slipped <br />To rest <br />On her husband’s chest. <br /> <br />A half smile <br />On her lips. <br />Like us <br />On their way <br />To the hills. <br /> <br />The train <br />Picked up speed <br />To take <br />Us to our destination: <br />Kalka station. <br /> <br />Is theirs <br />An arranged <br />Marriage? <br /> <br />Perhaps like us, <br />They are <br />Getting away <br />To get better <br />Acquainted, <br />In privacy <br />Away <br />From <br />Intruding relatives <br /> <br />With light banter <br />Holding hands, <br />Together we glance <br />At our unaware <br />Co passengers. <br /> <br />I know, <br />He knows <br />What I am thinking. <br />He holds my hand <br />And caresses <br />Me with his eyes, <br />Moist with <br />Tenderness.<br /><br />Mamta Agarwal<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/reminscing-on-a-train-ride/
