First And Last Trains Poem by BASAB CHAUDHURI
First And Last Trains
The first train and the last -
fully packed.
The first brings maids to the city.
By the last, babus return.
Neither the first nor the last
ever fails.
Maids belong to home-service,
babus to the outer world -
different time zone.
Contextually the same:
service providers.
Maids and babus,
baids and mabus -
labels blur,
roles rotate.
Doesn't matter
Doesn't matter.
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