Waiting For Train ( An Indian Experience )

Waiting for a train is like Waiting lonely in a Lone corner of galaxy It is one hour late, they announce It is two hour late, they announce It is indefinitely late, they confirm It will be always late That is the real truth In the track a body splits To pieces as a red flower A child plays with a Cat on the track, as if It is the most comfortable Place to play Waiting for train is like life Since life is a waiting for Something, somebody Somewhere, always A frustrated soul walks Towards a fast coming train Saying hallo, And saying good bye The trains are always late Because trains are not for us. But, trains are for trains’ sake. When will my last train come Will it come in time And at what time, Or very late eternally?