Replica Of A Dream Poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay

She was nowhere to be seen.

But I had stepped awhile aside
For a moment to myself
From the crowd jostling the railway station
And here she is gone
With the platform empty!

In that briefest time
I remember arguing with two guys
That we need to remember not everything
And they were dissenting.

Where could she have gone
My mind yelled
what if the train had arrived and left!

We were supposed to board it.

As I looked frantically around
There wasn't a ticket counter
There was no train
There was no trace of her

When a shiver told me
The station couldn't be this empty!

Then my fingers fell on my cell.

Oh I forgot
She was just a speed dial away.

Enveloped me a cold sweating

The platform was bare
She wasn't there
And her cell returned no ring!

It was then two women I saw
Pulling a cart
Of trash and the station's dirt.

Where's the ticket room?

They smiled

I froze in fear

Ten miles from here...

my cries traveled far
woke her

why I keep losing her!