Where Differences Meet In One Plane Poem by Ravi Panamanna

Composition dated 24th march 2002

With a couple of utensils,
A bundle of things,
A rusty box
And a few more items,

With a couple of kids
In rugged clothes,
In poor circumstances,
I saw a family at the station.

Where were they going?
Where was their last post?
What were behind the tears?
What was the meaning of their sigh?

They were on their way,
They were crossing miles and miles.
Farther beyond the plains,
Farther the woods were their destination.

There is information
that his mother was breathing her last.
There is urgency
to leave his present work and reach home.

He was in this place
Engaged in a trench work.
The family during the sunny days
Was somehow meeting a staggering meal.

He has now wound up his things,
He has at the moment no other go.
From deep distances
It was the call of the womb.

At last the train arrived
And they were on their wheels.
With a couple of lingering eyes
They left from my shores forever.

I was alone in the platform,
I was alone with my thoughts.
Will he see his mother for a last time?
Or her ashes are waiting him?

The pain and pleasure
To rich and poor is alike.
Beyond the seasons
The poor hath to dig for his grounds.

This is the essence of life,
This is an endless strife.
Man hath inevitable inns
Where differences meet in one plane.
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Note: - inevitable inns mean pain and compelling circumstances of death where all odd circumstances meet in one plane.