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.

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About Rahul Aithal

I am from Mumbai, India. Composing poems gives me immense pleasure. Few poetic sites I write on are - poemhunter.com, poeticvoice.ning.com, poetfreak.com and, recently Avant-Garde-Writer's Haven (on Facebook). You could browse my other writes on my private blog, rahulaithal.blogspot.com. I am glad to have joined this site, thanks to Louis. I hope to add value and get the group going.

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