A notebook stained with blood
Unnamed poet, missing in the crowd
Someone's wait for a reunion never fulfilled,
Someone's goodbye was never said.
Of an innumerable number of lifeless bodies.
A poem half finished, some lost in the wind
Who will remember the stories behind them?
Who will know the unfinished tales
That ended within moments
On a derailed train track
Or those whose lives changed forever
While you are too busy to blame and shame.
© Suranya
(On the occasion of a Train Tragedy in 2023)
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