Bewildered on that platform
What will I look like,
What will I say, how will I
Sound to her
And that meandering train
Blowing siren,
Drowning any hope
Of me gaining
The lost composure,
As I,
With racing heart,
Saw it stop.
In that dazzling moment
She stepped out
And when our eyes met
After separation of a decade
Distanced by the sea,
And she,
As unsure as me,
Spread the palm of her hands
For me to grasp
And then we held each other
In an embrace
Before she lead me
Not saying a word
Not leaving my hand
Not my eyes
In that coach
In the warmth
Drowning the winter cold
As time stood still
And the life without her,
flashed past,
Like it never was,
Like the unseen farmlands
Outside the train
And the grinding noise of wheels
Turning on railroad track,
On screeching turn-outs, on joints
Rattling window shutters,
All silenced
By the distant promises
Emanating from the childhood and youth
And the long period apart, alone,
We had made to ourselves
And every blink of our eyes
Said it all
And all unanswered uncertainty
Sent to oblivion
As we, as one,
In silent commitment
Were on our way
To finally live together
Under the same roof
With each other
For ever.
.... Ramakant Pande
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