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SHE WAITED She waitedWith
expectant eyes At
the dilapidated railway station. Though
the train Was
overdue Yet
there was no clue. I
stumbled upon the platform then And
rising saw her waiting there All
done up. Eyeshade
above the eyelids A
dash of color on the lips Hair
let loose Like
the hangman’s noose. I
looked at her And
she at me. She
sank her quizzical glance in me. My
outstretched hand stressed my need. She
counted my fingers five And
willingly took my hand for life. The
train charged in. The
train charged out. And
then in a dark and dreary forest Where
no help could ever come near The train broke down as if for life. ~Ravi Dhar~ The Author has copyright © of the poems |