The Next Station Poem by ARUNA LAKRA

The Next Station..

My daily ride in the 7 train
Where travelers domain snow or rain
No escape from my hard toil
Work to be done as sons of the soil
This day the end of the week
Never it happened except in sleep
The weather outside was breezy
Train galloping as crazy
All rushing for their weekend
Noticed a face at the far end
His eyes caught me stealing his looks
As me in the midst of books
My eyelids lost the beat to wink
As dreaming of the nectar to drink
This face I see in my dreams every night
Been waiting for this adorable sight
Oh you are the soul I have canvassed
My desires in different colors
I walked up to him in the solace crowd
I see not anything except him and my night
My lips broke silence without any words
His lips uttered Need any help
I stuttered speeches to myself
Smoky my eyes I had no clue
If it was a dream or true
Again his voice said Do you know me
I wanted to say yes I saw you by the sea
My heart sank as the train whistled
A silvery voice whispering passed by
Oh The Next Station is mine...