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The twists and turns Of the country roads Beckon the traveller

The wanderer in countless souls

A left turn here Or a right one there For every turn

Brings a new light

The swaying trees And the wide highways Can not help watching the world

Go past by

The narrow hilly road Or the rickety mountainous ones Or those with the ocean on one side

And villages on the other

The waltzing peacocks In the midst of mustard fields And the exuberant sunflowers

Proudly showing their petals

A surprise shower And the tip-tap of the drops Wept by the screen wipers Or enjoying their stay

On your helmets

The fluttering prayer flags In multiple shades On the Buddhist pagodas

And on the thunderous enfields

A roadside tea To warm your insides Or the spicy peanuts

For your rumbling bellies

The petrol pumps To power your beasts And the stalls selling

The helmets from Studd

And on these roads My long hair flows While I pose

With my Ray Bans on

For the road is my second home
And the road trips my life journey.

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