A glance on the railway station,
And you will find a lot of confusion.
Men and women pale and white-
No man to hear their trouble and plight!
Parents caring for their children and luggage
And talking in their own pitiful language.
Coolie's are waiting, everyone is waiting.
Perhaps it is the train arriving!
Coolies are running to the nearest compartment,
Gentleman scolding, ''It is the reserved department.'
When the train is about to depart:
The coolie asks for his charge,
Gentlemen are fed up of paying them in large.
Their journey begins happily,
And I return home to make a note of
the experiences quickly.
Gargi, I could pick the allegory. A good poet always draws such wise inferences from what others take as routine matters, like u. Very well don.
People too wrapped up in self, cause the troubles of this world. If only they knew that we are really One. Bob
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very nice composition. 10 from me.