Amid the lush green fields either side,
Along the soft road, on a pleasant ride,
Here a curve and there a hair-pin divide,
My journey goes on, with all in my stride.
The clever peasants too stake a claim,
For using the road to suit their frame,
Reaping the harvest, without any strain,
Loads of onions and other heaps of grain.
Herds of cattle unfazed by the honking horns,
Flocks of sheep and the fleeing younger ones,
Mulling-over dogs in the middle of the roads,
Bevy of rustic beauties - all are added barriers.
Winding through plains and often the rocky terrains,
Crushing the foolish-chasing dragonflies’ caravans,
In vehicles that vie with others, crossing the barrens,
My journey ends at the Arts College- majestic entrance.
