Indian Railway Station Poem by Litan Dey

People can live this way!
No time table, food crown...
Not sure about the next breath
Hardly they have waste food
Children are crying
Playing with drops
...Mom! ! Food...
No hope is better than false hope
So, She is careless about them
Sometimes she laughs at them
Meaning is blank to me...

The Station is their hope
city and heaven
Bathe, food, marriage and
Divorce...Railway station!
They pass their fore
we can't wait for a second

It's not the life of the few
Thousands of aimless families!
The beauty of our money is that
-they beg for one rupee
-we feel shy to give and ignore; even me.
Jealousy...
If they are in need
-how can they Lough freely!
-Hugs each other and share their bed!