Travelling through the crest and trough of Switzerland; absorbed in its beauty, I couldn't resist scribbling a few words. A poem written from te Golden Pass Train of Switzerland..
White cross midst a red pool
Blue water midst green Mounts
Lush green midsts tall brown
Colorful blossom midst green lushes
White snow midst blue giants
White cattle midst green arena
Rusty tracks midst green forest
Black motors midst Grey tracks
Black dials midst white board
Restless Red arms midst lazy black sticks
Red roofs midst green blanket
The white swimmer midst blue ripples
White clouds midst blue cones
The colorless me midst His colorful awe!!
-Aravind Mohan
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