Faruk Ahmed Roni Poet Free verse

The Last Station of Waiting

Long ago, Mithila was left at this forsaken station,
As the train slipped away on the wrong track, 
cutting all horizons.
There was no return
Mithila knew it, even then.
This waiting was only a silent, endless sigh.

In the dust-covered mirror of nostalgia,
Her past flickers, bright as gleaming,
Unreal in its stillness and beauty.
The present? A colourless traveller
That tells no stories, only passes by.

So much time has passed
As if a lifetime quietly devoured all she knew.
Mithila, lost in the unknown crowd, now nameless.
The rails no longer tune
The rhythm faded with the fog.
Time moved on, but never came back in harmony.

The train still whistles
But only for its own journey,
Not for Mithila.
There is no vacant seat for her now, no backwards glance.

Mithila is now just a name,
Drifting in the air of a grey and lonesome afternoon.
No one remembers her,
Only time leaves behind a fading trace.

And the future?
It is a nameless station of Waiting
Not new, just another destination of solitude.

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Shadow Hamilton October 26, 2025 at 8:35 AM this is great Faruk a great suspense write hugs Shadow Faruk Ahmed Roni October 27, 2025 at 4:45 AM With heartfelt gratitude, thank you so much, dear poet

Rowena Velasco July 25, 2025 at 5:41 PM Wow, this is hauntingly beautiful. The imagery really lingers—especially that idea of time moving on but never in harmony again. Mithila’s quiet sorrow hits deep without being dramatic. It feels like a slow, graceful heartbreak. Loved the line “the present? A colourless traveller”—so quietly powerful. Faruk Ahmed Roni October 27, 2025 at 4:46 AM Thank you so much for your beautiful reflection. It means a great deal to know that the quiet sorrow and subtle emotion in the poem reached you. I wanted the feeling to unfold gently, like a memory that never fully leaves, and your words show you felt that. I truly appreciate your attentive reading and the way you held the imagery. Your response is a gift.