Courtesy: whotalking.com
While in a train from north to south,
Past the paddy, the groves, the
lagoons,
Past where pearls glitter in sun,
Someone I love passed me by.
In a train from south to north,
Past the streams, the ponds, the lakes
On the tracks west to where I sat,
In that train fleeing past,
My son, my uttermost love, passed
me by.
In that train that flew past me,
In the blur of faces that swept
past me,
One was my son, my uttermost
love.
I, in a train running north to south,
My heart in a train running south to north.
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K was home for two days; that was his surprise birthday
present to P. I couldn’t be with him today, I had to be at work. Then, in the
afternoon, I rode this train from Alleppey to Trivandrum; and K in a train
from Trivandrum to Bangalore. Somewhere near the bewitchingly beautiful lake at Paravoor, our trains crossed, going
in opposite directions. I strained to look the fast moving train, hoping to
catch a glimpse of K’s face. How silly! I know, but I was awed; I wanted to
tell the guys who sat near me, ‘Look, look, my son is in that train!’ Then as we crossed the Paravoor Kayal, the
water was silvery and pearly and the sun was so radiant and the breeze was so
cool and my eyes were wet and I got a glimpse of the vast sea beyond.
************** Balachandran V, Trivandrum
22.09.2012
