Train | Shilpa Desawale

I hear the train coming,
with noisy sound like a frightening thunder,
coming to swallow me over.

The sky appears just still,
completely unbothered.

I feel left out and alone,
as if it has betrayed me.

I just want to run away,
but cant afford to lose money I spent on my ticket.

Why doesn’t it rain,
and flood the whole station,
I realize am too old to fantasize,
that kind of escapes.

The train still hasn’t come,
I relish every second of respite,
and admire the amazing coward inside.

Minutes pass and nothing happens,
the sound has stopped and train didn’t come,
why do i still feel left out ?

Author : Shilpa Desawale

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