A 12 hours journey
To a whole new conurbation
To face a totally new situation
In the train I kept thinking
Seeing my father’s face winking
Sigh! I don’t wanna go
You have to!
There’s brand new talent
You have to show.

I don’t know what’s it gonna be,
That new place for me.
Amidst all confusion I will land there,
I could have landed anywhere
Why here?
It had to be so, dear.
Wishing New Delhi and Chandigarh to be my place,
I landed Indore in the race.
I am dying to see its face
While I will be tying my shoe’s lace.

What’s it gonna be hell or heaven
Or a place beyond cloud seven.
O God, I am very tensed
It’s not gonna be easy
I already had sensed.
As I went through this line.
My father asks
“Son, will you like to dine?”
What the hell!
I am going there to shape my life
Not to search for a twenty years old wife.

Indore, what’s in the name
Only getting there would tell its fame.
Any how, the wind passing on my skin
A kind good feeling aroused in me
How is it gonna be I could see.