Seconds evolve into days...
Days evolve into years...
Maddening crowd rushes through
not even a single heart
to think about you....
You have left an empty space
in the hearts of your loved ones
for they cry even in their sleep...
Where does your soul now be...
Every day when I stare at rail tracks
I couldn't avoid that thought....
Stretching concrete platform
that feels the stamping vibration
echoes to me your last wish
before breathing your last
what thought would you have
nurtured in your brain -
will someday come again
and share your pain....
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