Tale of the journey
The remote halt for trains,
Surrounded by mountains, dense -
Forests, wild rivers ---
The last train passed, its midnight
Platform was deserted
Some four-five persons
And a moment crossed the gate,
Before closing the station
He checked the platform area
As a routine before going
To the bed, his bungalow was
Nearer to the halt, big, spacious
Extra large for a bachelor,
He was a handsome
Muscular young man, station
Master come booking clerk –
His desires and lust
Were endless, tribal compared
Often with wild bison to him,
How to trap the prey
And squeeze until the last drop,
He knew very well
Victims always attracted to his
Greek structure of body
And that plus point
Made him sex maniac,
It was pre monsoon, in sky thin
Clouds were flying
He entered in side the home
Stripped and drank wine
As usual –gone to bed
And started thinking for
Next prey, already lured to
Villagers by some money,
Suddenly some knock on the door
A beautiful woman was before him
He dragged her in to the bed,
In the morning, booking window
Didn’t open, traveler were worried
Reached to the bungalow
And found the dead necked
Body of station master
People never seen again that
Beautiful woman
Who often seemed by the tribal
In the past, unfamiliar face with
Extra ordinary beauty—
---Shantanu Sanyal
The remote halt for trains,
Surrounded by mountains, dense -
Forests, wild rivers ---
The last train passed, its midnight
Platform was deserted
Some four-five persons
And a moment crossed the gate,
Before closing the station
He checked the platform area
As a routine before going
To the bed, his bungalow was
Nearer to the halt, big, spacious
Extra large for a bachelor,
He was a handsome
Muscular young man, station
Master come booking clerk –
His desires and lust
Were endless, tribal compared
Often with wild bison to him,
How to trap the prey
And squeeze until the last drop,
He knew very well
Victims always attracted to his
Greek structure of body
And that plus point
Made him sex maniac,
It was pre monsoon, in sky thin
Clouds were flying
He entered in side the home
Stripped and drank wine
As usual –gone to bed
And started thinking for
Next prey, already lured to
Villagers by some money,
Suddenly some knock on the door
A beautiful woman was before him
He dragged her in to the bed,
In the morning, booking window
Didn’t open, traveler were worried
Reached to the bungalow
And found the dead necked
Body of station master
People never seen again that
Beautiful woman
Who often seemed by the tribal
In the past, unfamiliar face with
Extra ordinary beauty—
---Shantanu Sanyal
