The Boy on the Railway track

                                                        THE BOY ON THE RAILWAY TRACK

Once I was waiting for the train,

Burdened with many tensions in my brain,

It was very tiring after walking on the way,

Around such a crowded city all the day,

My eyes got tired too,

Besides, I had nothing to do,

So, went to an empty an empty seat,

And somehow bearing the heat,

My eyes fell on the railway track,

And my attention got stuck,

The bright sunlight was falling on his face,

He was walking on his own pace,

I got up, moved a step towards the front,

having curiosity, as the face was looking inocent,

My eyes encountered a small boy,

Hanging a bag full of bottles and broken toys,

He sniffs a cotton pad again and again,

 And was busy in picking bottles without any fear of passing train,

My heart flooded with pity,

Nor one nor two, there are many in the city,

I could not take my eyes of him,

It was real not a dream,

He had some dope in cotton pad,

For me it was a matter of sad,

My heart asked to help,

So humanity followed up,

Soon the train arrived,

The moment made me unkind,

I caught in the middle of the crowd,

And got my legs injured,

Somehow boarded the train,

Pulsation of my heart was seen in my vein,

My eyes searched the boy from the window,

Why? I could not even say a word hello, 

A regretful feeling stayed with me forever,

Thus, the poem " The Boy On The Railway Track" born further.

By P.T Dutta...............