THE RAILWAY STATION

I travel on foots but along with that my mind works too,

I have traveled in a railway but in childhood,
I don't remember what it feels like to be there,
But i surely does know when wind plays with your hair,
And you smell the tea of tea vendors,
Apart from all of these when people are screaming,
To sell what they have,
They are buying books and eating food,
Some are buying gifts some are taking souvenirs,
But look someone is selling happiness,
Balloon it is,
He is asking people to buy it because his daughter is sick,
Everyone is walking through and talking him out,
But what will happen if someone really showed humanity that day, .
Finally he sat down,
With the hope in his eyes, but tears to drown anyone,
Thinking of her family he slept there and woke up again,
With his inner sadness, because he daughter is not well,
He is sitting across the footpath,
Sad, wondering.
Today the seller of happiness couldn't find it himself.

MANSI CHAMOLI

 

 
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