It Is A Station Poem by Madhabi Banerjee

It is a staion.
Passangers are here with their nessary belongings
Occupied a chair
And have a sigh of relief
It seems this chair is their own chair
They have it tenantent right
But as soon as their required train appeared
They entrain.
They do not look back
All their relatives shake their karchiefs
Some of them shed tears
Relatives and friends who come to bid adieu
They return their home
Because
They have also to make necessary arrangement
For a journey sometime later.