Father returning home
My father travels on the late evening train
Standing among silent commuters in the yellow light
Suburbs slid past his unseeing eyes
His shirt and pants are soggy and his black raincoat
Stained with mud and his bag stuffed with books
Is falling apart his eyes dimmed by age
Fade home ward through the humid monsoon night
Now I can see him getting off the train
Like a word dropped from a long sentence
He hurries across the length of the grey plant from
Cross the railway line enter the lane
His chapels are sticky with mud but he hurries on word
Home again I see him drinking tea
Eating a stale chapati reading a book
He goes in to the toilet to contemplate
Man's estrangement from a man made world
Coming out he trembles at the sink
He will now go to sleep
Listening to the static on the radio dreaming
Of his ancestors and grandchildren thinking
Of nomads entering a subcontinent throught a narrow pass
_ DILIP CHITRE
Miss Lipsa
09-Oct-2021 08:40 PM
Wow
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Swati chourasia
08-Oct-2021 08:20 PM
Nice
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Angela
07-Oct-2021 02:34 PM
Beautiful✨
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