The Girl from Ooty!

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A dreamy traveler was I, oblivious of my destination...

Peeping through the ferrous strokes, waiting for that elusive station;

With serpentine tracks slithering into the arcane perimeters of imagination...

My mind accelerated ahead with anxious anticipation.

The shrill voice of the mechanical beast pulled the chain of my thoughts...

As the station drew near, I reveled in the beauty of unsynchronized trots;

While the rising symphony of hawkers held the background for the blurring dots...

My eyes...were fixated upon her image, churning my gut into complex knots.

Seated royally on the entwined maternal throne, her hazel eyes probing deep...

She seemed to question every grown, as to what is theirs to keep;

She embraced everyone who came her way...in infantile innocence...

Love your fellowmen, She always seemed to say....for that is life' quintessence.

She danced and pranced with prodigious joy and gaiety....

As if to show what it means to be sans anxiety;

Did her failing little steps deter her from trying? ...Nay!

Fall, if you did, do not give up so soon...she seemed to say.

She wailed and smiled, frowned and downed....all in a little while...

Hinting that life's...ups and downs are part of the greater mile;

She jumped in joy for the chimes of a gong...from the chapel faraway...

For the only way to be happy...is the Lord in your heart's hallway.

Whistle, hiss and squeak!...the image of her did lessen...

Not a word did she speak!...but i learnt many a lesson;

As the train left the station...i began to miss the beauty...

From the populace of entire nation...will never forget...the 'girl from ooty'.