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The train ride

The little girl looks at her reflection
In  the train window
She begins play acting
oblivious to those around her

The old man in the corner seat
cannot suppress a smile
Suddenly their eyes meet
And she takes cover

The crowd  swells in  as people jostle for space
The intercom resonates
Train door is closing..
Please mind the platform gap

She  turns to her mother
Pleading to play a game with her
She recites the names of the stations
Novena, Newton, Orchard, Somerset..

The young lad sways to and fro
Unable to control his sleep
He is shaken from his dream
By the lady beside him

Suddenly it turns dark
The train passes a tunnel
The little girl hugs her mother
And eagerly awaits the light

All around people tapping
smartphones and  tablets
Checking out social media and games
Absorbed, riveted and focussed

The girl runs to the window
Amazed by sight of boats in a row
serene waters and blue clouds
Skirted by green trees

Events change along the train ride
one after another like patterns
Of a kaleidoscope
Surprises waiting to unfold


© copyright skm, 23rd March 2012

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  1. March 23, 2012 at 10:24 am

    Reblogged this on ram0ram note book.

  2. March 23, 2012 at 10:24 am

    fine poem of human emotions and observations ……. thanks ……love all.

  3. March 26, 2012 at 4:59 am

    Interesting one…isn’t life like a train journey too?…waiting to be discovered and experienced everyday!


  4. March 26, 2012 at 5:01 am

    Nice poem…Interesting! …Life is like a train journey too…waiting to be explored and experienced every day!

  5. March 29, 2012 at 5:33 am

    Loved it. This train journey is more of a life journey. Only as a child do we really appreciate the beauty of the world oblivious of anything else and as we do get older we get too self involved, caught between things to appreciate this wonderful journey and this around us.
    Nicely written!

  6. April 4, 2012 at 4:37 pm
  7. April 4, 2012 at 8:05 pm

    I love the contrast between the child and the adults on the train; children see things so differently, and don’t feel the need to waste life on technology and distractions. Lovely!

  8. October 18, 2012 at 2:06 pm

    adorable story.


  9. October 19, 2012 at 5:51 pm

    Oo nice story! Love the way that it is only the child who truly appreciates while everyone else is too busy to understand. Beautiful!

  10. October 19, 2012 at 11:47 pm

    Nice story.

    Check my post for Thursday Poets Rally at
    A Mother’s Promise

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