Monday, September 28, 2009
The train
He runs towards the train
With all his might and steam
As it starts pulling out slowly
He jumps over junta sleeping
Pushing ardent coolies away
They look at his flying form with contempt
Somebody pull the chain!
But nobody is looking at him
They would not care anyway
He sinks to the ground
And screams out aloud
Tears mingling with sweat
The train picks up speed
And disappears from his view..
..he was late - again
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2 comments:
But then Like a Hope wala grain,
he sees this babe he loved when sane
and the train delay started a love afafir again :)
i can almost see him run in vain!
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