The bells are ringing
Amidst torturous wailing
Violence reigns supreme

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The leaking sunlight
Through a plethora of clouds
Brings joy in the gloom

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The bare tree looks down
Into a rich green valley,
Yearning for fresh leaves

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Asking for guidance
Vasudev the soothsayer
Stuck at the crossroads

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Digging up the past
Memories are sacrosanct
Indestructible

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Grief, a state of mind,
Grappling with a depressed heart
Lingers, Seeks solace

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Another soul leaves
Relieved of earthly duties
A new space awaits

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I would like to end this series of highlights of our epic All India motorcycle ride in 1982 with the narration of a spectacular display by two of our most amazing riders, Ninad Bhosle and Romi Furtado.
We were enjoying our time out in Delhi and decided to check out Delhi by night.
Let me at the outset mention that we never drank and rode.
It was nearing midnight and there was hardly any traffic on the wide roads. It was heavenly riding on such roads.
The weather was pleasant and we were cruising along when suddenly we saw a stunt being performed alongside. The rider was Ninad and the pillion was Romi. Suddenly Ninad stood up and Romi crawled from behind under Ninad's legs and moved into the Rider's seat and Ninad slid back into the pillion seat and they rode on as if they've been doing it all their lives!
Phew... That was some stunt that we would remember all our lives.

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Gateway of India
Invites one to a journey
Full of mysteries

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The vast greenery
Nutrition for buffaloes
Cleanser for our souls

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