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.
