The train is entering the platform,
I too am tracking it, following it
From the far-off crossings with My racing steps in a haste,
Trying to catch train somehow
I running over roads, crossing tracks,
Getting on to the platform
With my eyes on the train,
Trying my best to gain the sympathy
Of the guard and the security personnel
And after running, I gasping,
Unable to speak, taking my time to speak.
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