the last train passed before a
few seconds, green and
red lights as usual
on and off in
a graphic
way,
tracks were breathed to relax a long
and hard work, a different feeling
prevailed in the atmosphere
a blank and steady
moments strange
but someone
very familiar
face,
sitting alone with the barren eyes
waiting for the next train,
long grey beard bent
backbones, worn
out body
shattered
soul,
dirty damaged clothes, sleepless
face, decade long dark deep
circle under the cracked
spectacles, lines, and
lines with several
wrinkles dry
and hard
injured
lips
forgotten to smile, died or forced
to die, destiny has the answer,
once beloved, first removed
from the so-called sweet
home later detached
the memories, as
a useless
antique
piece,
since that night, a man's endless
journey started---a long killer
night never ends to get the
first-morning train alone,
he started walking on
the tracks, slowly
the image---
disappeared into the horizon, to
an unknown destination!
- - SHANTANU SANYAL
