Booking Window

Apr 20, 2005

[Written on a bench in Waghodia]

Hot, sunny day;
No rest on the way.

Finally, an old train station,
But far from a pleasant sensation.

A sick, feeble man is coughing,
We lay on a dirty bench, wobbling.

Couple of drunks are gambling,
No cigar puff is appealing.

It is all me and mine,
For today, it is just fine.

Booking window is closed, though;
Leaving now is a no-go.

Me and mine will soon show-down;
Then, only the good will be left in town.

Hot, sunny day;
No rest on the Way.

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