A train journey to the sea shore
Waiting in the crowd to climb aboard
The train arrives with jerks and breaks
Full of evil and good face
He gets a two inch space and sits
Crouching, his knees between knees he fits
And with people breathing each other’s breath
Bearing each other’s sweat.
The train goes on at a fast pace
Twisting about in its track maze.
Then in climbs a little beggar girl
A baby in her arms holding on to her
She walks between the hordes of legs
Begging and gaining scornful detest.
At him she smiles a ravishing smile
And eyes him with an innocent eye.
The baby in her arms dreaming away
Oblivious, yet, to life’s pains
Suddenly, the girl falls down, tripping on a bag
Black inside and out, a black bag
She kicked it right beneath his seat
And he realized, he realized it…
But then too late, everything ceased
Everything suddenly ceased to be
As a thousand travellers were thrown away,
Thrown away from life on that day
Blood and flesh all around
But nobody left to see
As people were left to die and be found
In the middle of the city.
The baby never saw life
But isn’t he lucky?
He never lived in this black world
With black bags, black minds
And black hearts
Yes he is lucky…
Wow!
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Thank you so much! 🙂
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I’ve to always brace for twist with your posts!
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Haha thank you sathya! 😀
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Inspiring!
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Thank you. Glad you liked it 🙂
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Good One 😊
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Thank you 🙂
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