Ranaditya Adhikary Poet Free verse

Two Past Four

I hurriedly boarded the train,
Or as hurriedly as I possibly could,
The red blossoms holding onto my hand,
As I held onto time, to slow its haste.
I softened my grip, to let them breathe,
As I caught my breath in the summer noon,
The cool breeze consoled me, as if it knew,
Knew that my winter came and waited.
Many fields passed, many trees overtook,
When I saw an empty house among them,
By the river, among the paddy, it bloomed,
She always wanted a house such to stay,
I thought, but there wasn't much now to say.
As the train rattled across the river,
I looked at my watch, it was two past four,
My grip on the door tightened,
As if to make the train run faster,
But I knew it didn't at all matter.

"Those red flowers are lovely,
Wish I could smell them, 
They would be such a charm!"

I remember her words, as the train halted,
I ran again, every second passed me by,
The wind caught my damp eyes, they burnt,
But I squinted and saw my lovely door,
I stopped by trying to hold my soul,
I slowly walked inside, my heart pounding,
Not from the running, but from fear,
There she was, a calm expression on her face,
The doctor stepped closer," two past four."

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