A Rasping Companion

   A rasping  Companion

It is  like    gargantuan  New Arrival,

A  New  Direction  in the

Semi  mad  whirl  of  the Wind.

Just   a gentle   push button,

Speeds   along two immeasurable

Lengthy  tracks, carrying  Onus

Of myriad  commuters. Standing on

The platform, it is  the feel of a

Mesmerizing  agent approaching you.

Those  were  days  when

Charcoal and spooky smoke

Bursting  through upward tunnel

Propelling  factor. Repellent for the

‘No other go’ passengers. Tardy  engines

Perforated with  figures   and  numerals,

No  charm  for  us, but  a  special  charm

For those bogies, for  throughout  they 

Are  their companions.

Now what  does  it  matter?

Whether   you relish kurkure

Or  scribble  on your notepad,

The  agony of  the abandoned child

Which is   in erasable for,  you  are

Restrained :your orthodoxy does

Not permit you to take it further.

Memories  are  the  same .

They  linger  ever.