Lady At The Platform

That lady at the platform

Had all buried in her ageing eyes

Summing up her entire life

With

The saccharine reminisces

Of some dazzling times

Mixed with some nastiest of experiences

Which had damaged her spine

A flashback of all those times

Of all those days

She had registered in the diary of her heart

Of the day she laughed, the day she wept

Of the day when she pledged

That she’s never going to regret

And

Asking herself… did she do well?

Or have wasted this precious gift of god

'LIFE'……

Looking at the stairways,

Those eyes were drowned in the stupor

As if searching for some upheaval

Some disorder,

To break this stillness

Wanting someone to teach her again

How to take those carefree childlike steps

And inject in her fading veins

The innocence of that 4 year old child

Who knows not the way he had lived

And don’t know the way he want to either,

Just singing with the flow.