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The Last Train
The last train to my destination Sparsely crowded, seats unoccupied here and there Its weariness is palpable, even the lights are blinking A group of commuters remain huddled together After the day’s hard work they prefer nodding upon each others’ shoulder The train runs sleepily, now and again lights from outside Flash upon the saint-like faces of the people inside The train gradually slows down, presently it’s a stop The platform receives some home bound bodies, someone Jumps into the compartment carrying a group of young girls They are perhaps returning from their school fest They have revelled much, played and sang and danced So rightfully they are tired, momentary rings on their mobiles Are responded to, and then silence again One of them suddenly opens up her eyes The obscene nudge in her breast can not be mistaken Can she protest? Would she… Her meek eyes show helplessness The lustful hand strikes again… she sobs… All of a sudden a slap on the face of the rascal Reverberates through the compartment, a woman in tattered clothes Raises her finger to him, she’s one of them who go to the town To earn their daily bread Next halt, the girls get down The blinking back light of the train disappears, leaving a trail of dust
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