A daily ritual
In the late afternoon of life
My sheepish black dog accompanies me
To the rail station
There we sit looking
At the distant horizon
Which philosophically shrinks
And dissolves in to oblivion
Where a streak of a silver cloud
Harbinger of heavy showers to come
Raises its head and wanes -
A hopeless attempt at life
Then there is the rushing roar
From the west
The four thirty express darts
Before our staring eyes
On to a distant city
The name of which is not remembered
Out there among the hives
Which thronging human bees
Call by this or that name
Chennai, Mumbai or whatever
Me and my dog look on
At the fast turning wheels
Immersed like kids in a nursery rhyme
Which sings of wheels
Immortalizes buses and trains
The rushing noise is over
In less than a minute
Before our blinking eyes
Sitting on the lonely bench
Of a roofless platform
A rail station of desolation
The train has already gone
When we depart slowly
To a shaded place
We call our home
A mile along an undone dusty road
Where I sit brooding in a couch
My blackie beside
Looking through the window
At a dying dusk
Outside on a twig
A fidgety black bird
Name unknown chirps
At measured intervals
What did we speak to one another
The bird, me and my dog
No one knows
Yet, profound was the moment
Before night dawns
Carries us into oblivion
Till there is another morn
For us to look on
To await the train
And chirp on
Life near a desolate station
Where there is always a passing train to look on
The monotony of life mixed with philosophy turns to a beautiful poem. The companionship, sights and sounds spread a colourful canvas and so the mood of the poem takes me to a world of hope and extreme joy.Thank you Sir.
Thank you, poet, so much for your beautiful thoughts. A fantastic response from an intelligent reader. What more than this an aspiring poet like me can ask for! ?
The rushing noise goes away so far while train moves forward within few minutes. Kids see train from far and get happiness. Every journey carries hope and delights mind. This poem is excellently penned...10
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Thank you, thank you, thank you for taking me down to the train depot where I spent a remarkable afternoon watching and hearing and feeling the vibrations of the coming trains and the departing trains with you and your dog! ! ! This is a fascinating and extraordinarily well written poem! ! ! 10++++ and to my fav list it goes! ! ! .