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The Virus Train

He had little to eat and money had ran out/his luck had also ran out. The morning's Shramik Special was sold out/his patience had definitely ran out. Any chance of the regular train was out/he told himself to simply get out. All textile workers, cooks, and cleaners were out/below the clouds Sun was out. The virus was everywhere inside and out/although the lockdown was finally out. His brother a diamond polisher was looking out/breathing heavily in and out. They must return to the village before the day is out/chance of walking it was out. Suddenly another train and the crowd's scream was out/by then he had foolishly ran out. We must hurry back or we're out/they rushed past the light that was out. Surging through the gate their fists were out/people were fighting inside and out. An empty seat for both and their tickets were out/happy to be finally getting out. Life's cruelty was however uncorked and out/its bottle of hope empty and out. The brothers took time to find out/when they reached home the lights were out. Their bundle of cheese and bread were out/their parents they thought were out. But a neighbor saw them and reached out/and then the sac of sad news was out. He then watched his brother collapse and out/his chest breathing only out. God where is justice and only the devil out/have mercy on those left out.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2020




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