Sandra Martyres Poems
Down Memory Lane - In A Local Train
It was a trip down memory lane
My journey on a Mumbai local train
Boarding the Ladies Compartment
I managed to land a window seat
Which in my younger days
Was considered the veteran’s treat
As only the fleet-footed and the agile
Were able to leap into the moving train
For these coveted seats to stake their claim
I watched as the passengers boarded
Most with household provisions loaded
But each with her own seat preference
Some chose to sit in the direction
Of the moving train
While others opted to be with friends
The short distance ...
Dad, we watched you wither away
All of eighty kilos by night and day
The one and only saving grace,
Was your ever smiling face.
While we reached the depths of despair,
You calmly declared that life was not always fair.
Despite the breathlessness and the pain,
Never did you really complain.