Suryanarayana Murty Nauduri
The ‘remain'Ing Story
Time is a great sadist.
It flees when friends are near
And crawls when mates are apart.
Disproving Arudra* for once
Friend, your train comes on time
And takes you away leaving me behind…
At the foot of the granite night-hill to hammer it out.
Sitting on a platform bench, I await my train.
I start that profoundly foolish act of drilling time
With my needle thin patience
Which sparks off only seconds… by seconds.
Childhood runs on rails.
Hooked like days, empty and heavy cargo wagons
Haul each other.
I count up to forty five
When a super ...