Trains And Wrong Stations Poem by Hardik Vaidya
Trains And Wrong Stations
I always chose the wrong train
To be with you, on that hot humid lusty Second class Western Railway compartment.
I never reached my destination.
I hoped we could together.
Moonlight night walks across the bylanes of poor neighbourhoods,
Smelled like your fresh hair.
I wanted you.
I took the wrong trains,
I reached the right destination.
Some times it is better to catch the wrong train for reaching the right destination. After all it is life and it's miracles. Thanks for sharing.
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4/19/2024 6:59:31 AM # 1.0.0.1119
wrong train- right destination..