The lonely halt platform,
The steps of the flyover,
I mean the footbridge
Bereft of passengers
And the lone passenger
Waiting for in fear and suspense
With the dog ogling
While going up the stairs
To move to the other side
As for to catch the train
Of that direction.
The situations of life are not the same
What it was may not be with
As these keep changing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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