In Ahmedabad Airport Poem by Daniel Trevelyn Joseph

In a hurry to go home despite
The nice room booked in Taj Residency
In Ahmedabad. Home as destination
Is looked forward to as the resting-place.
Not realizing that it
Is one more station, a place of restlessness.
The train of time keeps moving
Leaving all stations behind.

Here I am, (not waiting for the rains)
But an old man all right.
Because I said I want Indian,
To get more points on Flying Returns.
The constable at domestic advised to go
To international airport
Using the red bus of Indian Airlines.

But I called Dinesh the taxi-driver quickly
On cell: he came back, I had tipped him 30 rupees!
He took me to the International side,
Much drearier with customs and immigration.

But here in front in the security lounge,
Is a family, talking and laughing:
One old lady with full gray hairs,
One young couple, man in yellow t-shirt
Wife in red dress, wearing black specs
And a cheerful middle-aged man
In a lively manner, setting off peals of laughter.
And another man with two young boys,
Aged eight and twelve.
Each one laughs so differently
No need to patent it. The girl’s
Is like serried ranks of soldiers
Advancing relentlessly.
Old lady laughs as if she is
Coughing in gaps.

I could have changed my ticket to Mumbai
To another airline from domestic
But I would not have seen this family,
Who knows how to live life, and enjoy it,
Nor written this poem, on the flight
Going onwards to Muscat.