Railway Station

I waited for my train;

Oh, it seems to be late......

On that rough cemented platforms,

For long I waited that.

I got a sprain in my left leg,

So I took rest on a railway bench.

Many trains passed by and,

Many people around me caught their train.

How lucky they are, I dawned

To start their own journey.

I’m still waiting for my train,

Sitting on this rugged and wrinkled railway bench......

Children waved from the passing trains;

I waved back, yet feeling shy

Waiting waiting, I lost my patience

Anger crept on me, I cursed my decision;

Even though it never seemed to be a wrong one.

I cursed the railway department;

Though they are helpless.

Finally I complained the God the Almighty;

Although He gives me the freedom to decide.

At the very moment a crow showed its protest upon me,

Then I cursed myself and rushed to the nearest water source,

As my day’s fortune it was out of service.

Instead of getting angrier I calm down.......

Not because of sprouting a sudden spiritual patience,

But out of helplessness.

When my waiting time extends,

Along with that my patience also grew

Or the limit of endurance increases.

From there, I derived a new theory;

‘Waiting period is directly proportional to the limit of endurance’.

When I find real comfort and relief,

In sitting on that old railway bench,

And want to sit there quietly some more time;

Suddenly came the announcement,

About the arrival of my train.