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Norway

By Sandip Saha

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We first touched Norway at Bergen

our flight was from Stockholm

such a beautiful place to enjoy

gigantic cruise ships were anchored

just kissing the shore such is the depth

of the sea right there no jetty nothing

at one place there was a road separating

the sea from the river both looked blue

sweet and saline water could not mix up.

We climbed a hill top by an elevator

since some of us had knee pain by walking

while coming down we boarded a train.

I never saw a train plying such a steep path

ordinary train would have fallen to the bottom

the engineering marvel astonished me a lot.


The journey through the Fjords was marvelous

sea penetrated between cliffs in narrow gaps

our small single-decker ship took a few hours

to show how the sea was caressing the mountain

their love story I shall never forget in life.



We went for a show and while came out

it was twelve o’clock at night

but diffused sunlight was still there

reached the hotel, got up at about three thirty

the sun came out, the roads were deserted

hardly any vehicle as it was night for them.


We bid goodbye to Bergen after two days

our coach ran like an Olympic runner for Oslo.

Among many things we saw the famous hall

where the Nobel Peace Prize is awarded.

Sandip Saha won two awards from India and one from USA, published six poetry collections (his latest is To Dig Grave of God, and 168 poems in 55 journals including Ambidextrous Bloodhound Press, Panorama, Nat 1 Publishing, The Listening Eye, Pure Slush, Synchronized Chaos, The Gateway Review, 300 Days of Sun, Adelaide Literary Magazine, Brushfire Literature & Arts, Sheepshead Review, In Parentheses Down in the Dirt, Juked, Origami, North Dakota Quarterly, Peregrine, Door is a Jar, Better Than Starbucks Poetry Magazine, Pif Magazine, The Cape Rock: Poetry, Las Positas Anthology-Havik, Pasadena City College Inscape Magazine, Shot Glass Journal, The Wayne Literary Review, Tiny Seed Literary Journal, and Oddball in six countries (India, USA, UK, Australia, Romania and Mauritius). Sandip writes from Kolkata, India.

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