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Murali S Ram Jun 2016
The train halts
For the people to alight;
And I, faraway,
Find ways to **** the night.
I take out my diary and a pen
To jot down all that I feel then.

The train halts.
And with several others, I get down
To freshen up with a cup of tea.
A thought keeps lingering within me;
I keep seeking ways to be happy; but
Happiness is what I (wish to) have and what I wish to be.

And with this honest, humble thought,
Hoots the train, I hear.
Asking me to get back,
For my destination is near.
Yet, my journey of life has lots to see,
And she wants me to be back on track.
Published in Vol. 2 Issue 1 of LangLit: An International Peer-Reviewed Open Access Journal (ISSN 2349-5189) under the heading 'Poems on "Time: Temporality and Transience"'.

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