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:

  1. Madhurjya (Banjo) Banerjee1:17 PM

    But then Like a Hope wala grain,
    he sees this babe he loved when sane
    and the train delay started a love afafir again :)

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  2. zoxcleb5:20 AM

    i can almost see him run in vain!

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