Memoirs of Switzerland

By Rohan in Travelogues
Updated 01:30 IST Jun 16, 2016

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Memoirs of Switzerland Gazing through the planes window I peeped to see the scenery below First sight of vast greens across the land To flowing river between the land Across came a ferry to escort our band As we landed on that blessed land Hospitality of men, quite to its best As women welcomed, us, willing guests. Driving with a cab to our destination Withering milestones giving a gist of the nation Vast fields and mountains touching the sky Was it a dream, or was it a lie? Hushed and subtle all around, No crowds, no bustle not a wild hound Winds blowing to a tune and smooth Without any dust, creasing our suit. Wooden houses stacked across Stone compounds gathering some moss A giant chimney, ruffling and puffing out On porch some men on whiskey and draught. As we moved through all of Berne, It had our praises and lauding to earn Some streets of tar to some cobblestones No bumps or dribbles and no pot holes! Centre of the city stood a huge cathedral Nearby a clock tower, a museum and a small burial Lined parallel shops, restaurants and pubs Some offices, firms and small business hubs Yet quiet and peace will define this place No horns, no noise, no one out to race The tramps, the buses moving to a rhythm Solace and sanctity, must be their anthem. Now, having stayed here for half a calendar The raving, surely has no fender, For poets, painters and travelers a haven And I too dare say, have seen some of heaven! - Rohan Patankar (21st June 2009)
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