The Station Master - Poem by Arun Kolatkar
The booking clerk believes in the doctrine
of the next train
when conversations turns to time
he talks his tongue
hands it to you across the counter
and directs you to the superior
the two headed station master
belongs to a sect
that rejects every time table
not published in the year the track was laid.
but interprets the first time table
with the freedom that alloows him to read
every subsequent timetable between
the lines of text.
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