The little boy

All alone sitting in the train Shivering not because of the cold But the fear the fear for loneliness I can’t see my mama I want a hug I want to lean on her lap I’m feeling pain My stomach My head My body I fall down and unconsciously sleep Little boy where is your mama ? Little boy are you okay? Heard the voices as an anchor in a cave But could not speak And my heart said Mama told to wait in the train till she comes and I wait and waited As we approached the destination His life was also ending falling asleep and not able to wake up I am sad my mama never came And nobody came to pick my dead cold body but happy for they gave me a home that I am forever living in it. In memory of: "The little boy" died in the train in 1855