On the 7-50 Train
Oh Beautiful! Where did you come from?
On this train that takes me every day to home.
Facing me, on the empty chair you took your seat
Can’t lie to you my love, my heart did skip a beat.
In such a moment of Poetry, a few lines I could have tried,
But before I could utter, I stopped for a piece of chicken fry.
Would you come again, on this 7.50 train, would you please try?
This time I swear, you would be dearer to me than a piece of a chicken fry.
(August 11, 2009)
Copyright © Marshall Iftekhar Ahmed | Year Posted 2022
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