This railway station
Stops every train
The tickets can be reserved
But can’t be cancelled
This station is built on the
Breathe of silence
Even the horns
Whistle and talks are silent
In the platform
No green or red flags
Those who miss the right train
Becomes the porter for a life time
Bearing the entire load
In this railway company
No track is fixed on the earth
They never know the dirt
While hanging on the misty clouds
My son first saw all this
And told me
I still wonder
Who the station master is!
Thursday, October 22, 2009
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2 comments:
"...Those who miss the right train
Becomes the porter for a life time
Bearing the entire load.."
- very touching..
sharp..
caused burns,in my throat and thought...!
hats off, dear poet.
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