The Waiting Room Poem by Amitava Nag

The Waiting Room



I

They come alone
Red
Green
Blue
Walk with you
Talk till your words
Dry up -
Then they leave
Alone.

You get up,
Bathe,
Fill up and greet
Another
Transit passenger.


II

They change trains,
I whisper in the ears
Tales - as they wait,

They wait, to leave me.

In silent dusk
I wander
with pregnant hope,

I wait, to be emptied yet again.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Geetha Jayakumar 27 July 2013

Beautiful poem..Well written of passengers and trains. Liked it.

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