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I received this poem from Maureen a long time back and never did get to publish it. Reading it again, I though I should publish it because it so simply paints a colorful picture! By Maureen Buckley Clapping of hands and stamping of feet Do not go "walkabout" or minus your seat. Sugarcane and paddy fields catch your eye Farmers till the land,as the train passes by. Vendors weave their way among the crowd Selling their wares by shouting out loud. "Murku,Vadas,Tyru-sadam" - mouth watering fare Wrapped in leaves,prepared with care; Each station stop,coffee,and "chai" are sold You can bet your last rupee, it is not cold. Ticketless travellers then come in you see Chewing betel leaves,as happy as can be Inspector walks in, some disappear in space The ones that don't make it, are in disgrace. They're made to get down at the next station They jump in, till they reach their destination. "Chokra" boys with brooms, they clean the place Paper and bottles gathered, there's no waste. There is a long, long waiting queue They're all awaiting their turn, near the loo. The journey soon comes to an end And I wave goodbye to my new friends. Only registered users can write comments. Powered by AkoComment 2.0! |
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