Hill Road, Hong Kong Poem by Ananta Madhavan
Hill Road, Hong Kong
The road from my house to my work
Snakes through a pass.
I know its every turn,
Every whitened rock,
Every shaven slope,
Every groaning driveway,
And the narrow bend
Where traffic lanes blend,
(Where it's murder to overtake
And suicide to be overtaken) .
Familiar these may be,
But when I gain the Gap
And the other side pounces on me,
In mist or sun or cloud,
Or through rain-flecked glass,
I am always astonished
As on waking up to day.
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February 1975s
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4/24/2024 5:55:43 PM # 1.0.0.1119
As one who has spent long years in the city of Hong Kong, you must have been familiar with each turn and bend of the streets you had to commute between your office and home! In a roaring city of ceaseless traffic, it is suicidal to be overtaken and murderous to overtake! To keep in line, obeying the traffic signals is all that one can do! More than this, how you manged to drive safely through mist and rain still leaves you wondering! I get the correct topography of the pass! An interesting write!