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May 2020
I sat inside the coach on a hot summers’ day
looking out through the barred window
as the train moved into a small station
along the winding way.
I watched another train coming our way
from the opposite direction;
entering and halting at the station
on the platform opposite
the one on which my train was standing.
The heat made me irritated
as I sat watching the summer haze
making heat waves that danced around me.

Suddenly, I felt the train was moving
and heaved a sigh of relief at the thought
of the cool wind that should and would
waft in once we were in motion
As we departed the station.
But there was no cool wind blowing
as I soon realised that it was the train
on the opposite platform that was moving
and making it appear that our train was leaving
While in fact, we were just a standing

Oh what an illusion indeed!
The moving of the train outside
that made it appear, it seemed
that the train I was sitting inside
was moving as if in great speed.
It only served as a reminder
of another illusion of our creator.
The illusion of ever flowing time
which enacted out a weird mime
that made it appear we were growing
and permanently and rapidly ageing
while in truth it was the other way going
it was only time that was a flowing.
Oh what an illusion indeed!
Ben Noah Suresh
Written by
Ben Noah Suresh  65/M/Madras, South India
(65/M/Madras, South India)   
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