Catching up the train
being late again
it was the same story
everyday again and again
but this day was different
marked to be different
rushing past the security gates
swapping the travel card beside
rushed to get into the metro inside
hope she could catch up the missing train
it was already late for college again
As the doors closed by
she closed her eyes
the gates would hit her shoulders
she thought
and felt a shiver inside
though the gates would retrieve
but readers you know
how hard the door hits
lost in her thoughts of being hit again
a hand pulled her inside
she still with closed eyes
heard the stranger’s deep voice
he was giving her a lesson
to be careful in life
she nodded in embarrassment inside
in two minutes of travel
she couldn’t look at his eyes
lost in his deep voice
the time she mustered up courage
to thank her saviour
he was already gone amidst the crowd
leaving for his destination
all she could see
was a silhouette
a broad shoulder
with a loose school bag
a beanie cap
and grandma’s knit sweater
that was all
That could be seen
Of her saviour
Getting down the next station
Alas to be never seen again
was it a dream or a reality
she questioned herself inside
But that silhouette remains afresh
In hopes of finding him
she still misses the train
maybe a hand might pull inside
but the silhouette
was never seen again
time passes by
While the silhouette fades with time
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Author:
spilleronsheet (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Metro journeys are quite fun and a lot of stories are made here guided from heaven….
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Comments4
Sometimes your angel is on board to look after you. Always feel we're on earth for something, just can't figure what it is.
Yes that’s true Paul
For some it’s a moment, for some the whole life only to realise what purpose we are alive for
Great title for a super posting .. hooked me from the off and played me till the very end .............. I am rapidly becoming an angel fan ..
Thank you so much Neville….
Wow - Was so drawn by the story am hoping that shadowy shape will show up again one day to rescue the lady - great read and thanks for sharing.
Thank you dear Fay
I am glad you liked it
Super words spilleronsheet, it is so surprising and so wonderful that there are people in this world that will help others for a fleeting moment never to be seen again. There is much good in our world but we only ever hear about the bad.
Andy
Very true Andy
We must be optimistic
It’s very odd someday I feel privileged to be existing and at times the existence causes pain…
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