Waiting For Train ( An Indian Experience )
Waiting for a train is like
Waiting lonely in a
Lone corner of galaxy
It is one hour late, they announce
It is two hour late, they announce
It is indefinitely late, they confirm
It will be always late
That is the real truth
In the track a body splits
To pieces as a red flower
A child plays with a
Cat on the track, as if
It is the most comfortable
Place to play
Waiting for train is like life
Since life is a waiting for
Something, somebody
Somewhere, always
A frustrated soul walks
Towards a fast coming train
Saying hallo,
And saying good bye
The trains are always late
Because trains are not for us.
But, trains are for trains’ sake.
When will my last train come
Will it come in time
And at what time,
Or very late eternally?
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