God Bless You!
Finished shift at eleven o’clock in the night
and go to the underground station, the train flying
to the next stop, changed the line here, at Baker Street
Get on the first carriage, I am always sitting here, the best place
My bag dropped on the seat, I sat down, I love the train window
Movie of the passing night view of the city, and views. I said, ‘Finish today.’
A man sat across from me. He was dressed interestingly, like an
anachronist artist, with long hair. He said, ‘ Yes, finish my shift too, twelve hours.’
He asked my destination, ‘It’s not too far’, I replied, ‘two stops, fortunately, that’s it.’
‘Good for you. I am going to the final stop, then change to the bus,
which is thirty minutes more.’ He said and looked ahead of him, drowsily, and rested.
I watched for a while. He looked for a good man, like a teacher or an actor; a gentle, friendly
My stop arrived, and my book closing in my hand, I went to the door and watched back
‘Have a good journey and night.’ I said to him. ‘You too my friend, and God bless you.’
He answered and smiled in a friendly. From the window he watched me. He was a rare soul.
God Bless You!
The child walks
with her feet shattered in the sand
looking so weary
like an anachronist
comfort coming from no where
walking down a lonely road
No one to talk to
she talks to herself
may babble to herself
laughing all the time
to keep the tears away
The pearly eyes so dim
sat by the wayside
sad and lonely
on lone country road.
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