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My Night Journey
Let me tell you a story of my night journey; After a hazardous trip from a far off state With drooping spirits and waning energy I alighted at the station to catch the night train My heart besieged by memories of my home, left behind Like a drop in the ocean I quickly merged with the buzzing crowd In the blinking light of platform lamps I saw a huge crowd- the young and the old With baggage heaped on baggage, patiently on wait Time slouched on at snail’s pace…. At last hearing a long drawn whistle from far I looked out and saw the train coming, snorting noisily And halting with a screeching sound The real ordeal begins as one lifts his suitcase And pushes his way along with all strength, Between bags and boxes and people, And the porters running after you to carry the cargo Finally I got into the train and occupied my seat among strangers My mind plagued with fears of thieves and molesters It was my first journey alone at night I don’t know when I fell into a deep slumber It was with the sound of * ‘chai…chai’ that I woke up The inviting aroma of brewed tea entered my nostrils At last I have reached my native soil! I am heading home, every step and every inch Drawing me closer and closer to my sweet haven My heart began to pump quicker I felt like a marooned mariner Suddenly cast ashore by a rescue boat! __________________________________ *‘Chai’is a local term in our language for tea ! April. 19. 2022 Form N- Narrative New Poetryy Contest Sponsor- Constance La France Topic- Journey
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