The Holiday

There was less sleep.
Even if there was, twasn’t deep.
A rough ride.
Pushed around side to side.

A movie played while some slept.
The lead throughout wept.
And there were a couple of stops.
Open spaces. Unwanted crops.

And the destination was reached.
Several barricades breached.
I tasted roses and dew drops.
And wandered around a few shops.

Drunken state; punched my head.
Akin to making love to the bed.
Guilty awakening; another beginning.
And then resort to the real thing.

In my books I registered a legend.
My holiday came to an end.
Wish it would happen again.
Else beautiful dreams will go in vain.

Varun Rajagopalan.

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