The old woman at the railway station

She sat quietly on the floor with knees raised.

Neatly dressed in a saree, she was stranded in Dadar Station.

She looked calm and quiet, with no tears in her eyes

For the weight of the world

Lay not on her shoulders.

From Delhi, she had come to see her son in Bombay.

Her Bombay son, an alcoholic and a rough guy

Took all her money and threw her out of the house.

When the lady reporter asked her

Whether she had food to eat,

She showed her a small bowl of rice and dhal

And a tiny packet of biscuits.

Leelawtee had another son in Delhi

And she wasn’t sure he would allow her in

For he believed that she was mad.

She looked at the sky and softly said,

‘My husband was a very good man.’

Leelawtee thought of her three children

Whom she had rocked in the cradle

And the way she and her husband had worked hard

To make both ends meet.

Finally, with the help of the government,

A small family comprising of a young man,

His wife and son adopted her

And brought her home to live with them.

pramila khadun

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About pramilakhadun

I am the holder of a Bsc degree in Food and Nutrition from S.N.D.T University,Pune,India.Have taught this subject in a private institution for almost thirty-five years.Currently, I am retired and travel alot with my husband Raj, daughters Dr Rajnee and Priyum and son Airline Captain.Had my first book of poetry published by Minerva press, London and other two in Mauritius.More coming soon.I love poetry and enjoy reading poems of poets across the world and I feel Destiny Poets is the right place for me.

8 thoughts on “The old woman at the railway station

  1. amitapaul

    A pathetic tale, worryingly common in today’s materialistic world led by crass capitalism . However one needs to ask how and why this tale becomes a poem simply by rearranging the lines of a simple three or four sentence narration of journalistic prose . Is every narration every thought every reflection to be called poetry just because we arrange it in short lines ? Are not simple prose narrations best left to prose ?

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  2. Pushmaotee Subrun

    Very sad narrative poem depicting the harsh reality in our society…Yes, we need to learn not to expect much in life…not to be heart broken so pathetically!

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    1. pramilakhadun Post author

      Thanks dear Pushmaotee for this very interesting comment. Yes, we must always be brave and optimistic in life with lots of possitivity.

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  3. Louis Kasatkin

    A captivating piece that transcends what would be ordinary reportage as found in the media into narrative poetry.The immediacy and the underlying pathos are well captured.

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    1. pramilakhadun Post author

      Thanks dear friend Louis for this encouraging and informative comment. Much grateful to you.

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