But forcefully
extirpated from branches, haunt my dreams.
Young men and women struggling
to get out of the debris,
Wince their
bloodstained faces and yowl before my eyes.
Writhing venerable
elderly people and their screams,
Hammer my head and
scratch violently my eardrums.
My days and nights
become intolerably turbulent,
Ever since, I got the
news of that train accident.
Even though I did not
see the accident site,
Neither did I know
the victims nor did I ever meet,
But it was an
adequate cause of concern for me,
That they all trusted
our rail transporting authority.
When I as a railway
man step into a compartment,
To ensure their
amenity, care their comfort,
I become their man
and they my people,
Even though for a
brief period, for a short travel.
That valuable emotional
attachment, their humbleness,
Their respect,
creates in my little heart a great oneness,
A loss to them and
their family anywhere on the land,
Troubles me too much,
makes me concerned.
I know my concern or
I will do no good to them,
I cannot marginalize
their loss, lessen their mayhem,
But I can pray for
them, soothe their souls as their ally,
Being an
insignificant member of the Indian railway family.
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