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Scared to board d' ghost express

There was no trace of it,

as a blessing it did appear

after a torturous waiting,

quietly for hours together

Not rolling on the track,

as if a magical descent

like hounding an eagle,

from womb of darkness

With solitary blazing eye,

came drilling d’ dense fog

 a critical combing mission,

on an in depth prey search

Temperature dived down,

chilling cold stiffened fists

mere pullover can’t protect,

body shivered underneath it

No place to sit, relax a bit,

stood steady for hours long

hurting calves, aching back,

filthy platform, litters all along

Fast gulped an early dinner,

check out from hotel done

jumped in to the Uber cab,

rushed to New Delhi station

No message in display board,

shutters down in d' tea stalls

no scope to warm frozen body,

hot drinks not traceable at all

Chubby rats were damn busy,

dug holes in d' platform floor

least concerned for outsiders,

d’ drowsy lethargic commuters

Puducherry exp., d’ last train,

departs at quarter to midnight

not a word announced about it

no signs of its approach at sight

Address system turned alive,

a breaking news at late night

announced in broken Hindi,

entirely inaudible, indistinct

Train rescheduled 2 hrs later,

it occurred in strange fashion

two hours gone, third hour on,

d’ episode beyond imagination

Relax a bit in warm AC coach,

rack not yet placed in platform

respite to aching legs and back,

from body weight, little freedom

A trip to north, to enjoy winter,

to skip unending temperature

horrible wait for ghost express,

turned it a memorable torture

Puducherry Exp., a ghost train

no time schedule, no protocol

all bizarre, no routine followed

its no choice, not to board at all

Its d’ evil spirit of a dead train,

a wispy figure and demon face

in dream, haunts its shrill voice,

scared to board d’ ghost express