At The Railway Station - Poem by Green Peace
A glance on the railway station,
And you will find a lot of confusion.
Men and women pale and white-
No man to hear their trouble and plight!
Parents caring for their children and luggage
And talking in their own pitiful language.
Coolie's are waiting, everyone is waiting.
Perhaps it is the train arriving!
Coolies are running to the nearest compartment,
Gentleman scolding, ''It is the reserved department.'
When the train is about to depart:
The coolie asks for his charge,
Gentlemen are fed up of paying them in large.
Their journey begins happily,
And I return home to make a note of
the experiences quickly.
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