Highway on My Plate



I was always a man on move, a man on run, a man on Highway
Maybe, that is my destiny, my karma, my go to place, my secret conclave
Highways keep on surprising me as magic unfolds every second
I have lost count of amazing people I met while on highway
Eitan, the jewish traveller who wandered aimlessly in search of God
We travelled in bus on Ooty -Conoor Highway, spent the night discussing spritualism
I was looking for simple pleasures, woods n jungle, he for greater goals, Gods to mingle
How can I forget Tatyana, the blue-eyed Russian ballerina from Aleksin
Think of it, we shared Appam - Kappi breakfast on Madurai-Chennai Highway
I was amazed when she told her plan of combining Ballet with Bharatnatyam
Sean, the sprinter and Olympian from Jamaica is my buddy since ages
Guess where I met him? Dehradun-Mussoorie Highway wherelse
I still relish chikkis of Maganlal in Lonavla on Mumbai-Pune Highway
Ask where I ate the tastiest Gulabjamuns, on Deogarh Highway of course
And the yummiest Rosgullas, not in Cal but in a small cafe on Cuttack-Puri Highway
Butter chicken, I can die for, if it's from Puran ka dhaba on Delhi - Ambala Highway
I and Highways are inseperable, you can't take the Highway out of me

This poem is about: 
Our world


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