The Slow Train. Poem by Hardik Vaidya

Slow train.

Fast people,
Sprinting on tracks.
Those of sprit, not steel.
Breakneck speed,
High drama,
3G, intermissions.
Popcorn, Colas,
Suspense till the end.
Item songs, roses kissing,
All is well, as long as,
The well,
And the long lasts.
Between fasts,
From Sankashthee to Ekadashee,
Sago fritters, potato chips,
Tween them,
Chicken lollipops.
Pops the corn,
Emerges morn,
The Dawn.
A new intermission,
New film.
Friday release,
Week stretched,
The dollar rolls,
Rupee tumbles,
Gets up, only to stumble.
Fresh ink, new news,
Old content,
Great clues.
Slow train,
Fast people,
Lost tracks,
Derailed dreams.
No stops. No one is a full fool.
All are hungry,
For a nights meat stew.

Hardik Mahesh Vaidya.

PS Sankashthee and Ekaadashee are two Hindu calendar days which keep on repeating within the year and are auspicious for the superstitious. They fast and stuff themselves on the same day.