Commuting back from work amidst the noise ,
I ponder over a nice place to dine.
Some place cozy where I’m spoilt for choice,
somewhere to gossip with a glass of wine.
I look out the window, my train zigzags ,
then pauses as the next station rolls by.
On the platform sits a small girl in rags
clutching old newspaper, handful of fries.
Wide-eyed she waits for her brother to join
who comes running flashing a toothy smile.
Soon they devour what is fetched by a coin,
relishing the meal earned once in a while.
The train rumbles on in the whizzing rains.
My belly grumbles but the hunger wanes.
Poignant.A brilliant capture of how the other half survives.
Appreciate your feedback, Vijay sir.
An emotionally piercing and powerfully evocative snapshot.
Thanks much, Louis. Appreciate.
Completely agree with Louis Kasatkin !
Thank you Lokesh.
I was on that journey with you Rahul, looking out the same window…
Wow! Super like your comment , John. Appreciate.