JUNCTION
Far
from the west meets the eastern line,
Railways
that connect people well,
East
meets west amalgamates culture,
Lifestyle,
eating habits, and cuisines differ,
The
people host of language linking,
Migrates
youth old like vice and versa,
Livelihood
paramount adopts places,
Often
pay revisits home reunites kin,
Students
move for education distantly,
To
and fro, life begins till the end in service,
The
junction worth watching is large,
Dozens
of platforms linked by over-bridge,
The
staircases link to the flyover platforms,
Busy
sight people are running with luggage,
The
maze complex every hour arrives train,
The
departure platform number announces,
People
are perplexed, confused, wrong,
Catch
the flyover, desperately move soon,
Language
less understood mobile help,
The
best sight is a red dress, understand,
Guides
travelers to the right places in time,
Carries
the luggage on head easily balanced,
Take
more luggage on back speed past,
A
train arrives, enters to coaches handle bags,
Shows
unknown travelers a path to exit,
Dawn
to dusk and reversed duty endless,
Bone
tired quits silently to home a tin shed,
One
room place sleep, cook and rest,
Happy
is the person, meet unknowns always,
Accompanies
them, delivers goods,
Get
his dues for gets soon faces look another,
The
oval brass badge with the number tied,
Tied
to left arm certified for authority,
Meager
income but exceptional service,
Weary
traveler hasty finds solace meets train,
Get
down in time, catch a rented car, bus,
The
help of this person calms a tense mind,
The
junction, crowded day and night,
In
the wee hours, announce the arrival, slept life,
Wakes
up sleepy passengers, helps to board,
Nobody
thanks such a helping hand to pay a few,
Ah,
the narration of a coolie, his world nit,
Confined
to the railway stations bound,
Help
plying trolleys from goods carriage,
The
postal bags and parcels faithfully get paid,
The
parting of dear ones, tearful emotions,
Awestruck
children at the engine, if a monster,
The
hissing sound thrills terrified a little,
Wide-eyes
life, a bud, watch the traffic,
Less
can estimate the periphery of a dream,
Starting
endpoints of a big world exist subtle,
Years
and years, generations crawl here mystic,
The
person in the red shirt knows commuter,
The
man, polite, sober, and gentle, is missing today,
His
world is over departed, but I notice,
A
youth with red color dress first time,
Joins
this world of junction today promptly,
I
sat on a bench, a lonely platform knew well,
Acquainted
for my life, loved this junction,
Like
a ghost, at late night leaving my home,
A
final look at the station to live with son, travel.
Pen: Bijayananda Mishra
Title
of Poem: Junction
Theme:
highlight the railway porter,
Date:
12th December 2022, Cuttack
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