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Time Stands Still over Govandi Station

Written by: John Matthew | Biography
 A kite flutters,
On a high tension wire —
Against a stark blue sky.
Beggar and old mother huddle On Govandi Railway Station — The dirtiest station in the universe.
He shows her a plastic watch, Smiles, “See I have time,” She, old, gnarled, wrinkled, Looks through beady eyes, “I have no need for time.
” Children toss rubber ball — In cricketing passion.
Jagged slum roofs puncture the sky, Open drain stinks.
Mother and son — Hungry, disowned, dispossessed — Govandi platform is home.
A plastic bag, clothes muddy brown, He extends a hand, A black plastic watch on wrist, “God will do miracles, Give this man a meal.
” The kite flutters; Time stands still over Govandi Station.



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