I always chose the wrong train
To be with you, on that hot humid lusty Second class Western Railway compartment.
I never reached my destination.
I hoped we could together.
Moonlight night walks across the bylanes of poor neighbourhoods,
Smelled like your fresh hair.
I wanted you.
I took the wrong trains,
I reached the right destination.
Some times it is better to catch the wrong train for reaching the right destination. After all it is life and it's miracles. Thanks for sharing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wrong train- right destination..