who moves the rain,
"trust"
as he streaks, hesitantly,
across the window of the train,
swallowing and being swallowed by,
the other drops of rain
along his track
the same track travelled
many times by many who
look just like him,
across the windows of countless trains:
the sons of countless rains
enough times to doubt;
for maybe on the out
side it is only one who
looks just like him:
stick-like physique,
glasses too thick,
nose too often picked;
on the backdrop of drops of rain
looks back a face full of error
on the window mirror
ring his inner pain
he recalls this train track
from - has it been that long back?
he is surprised - as surprised
as he is at his
own insecurities
so near yet so far
has
so little yet so much
happened in that time?
a year
for this globe to travel its track
back to the same station;
as into a station familiar
this train brings him home
to a pain familiar;
a house not a home
for how can it be home
being a distance not few
to his loved ones old and new?
engaged
in trying to gauge
what next to do
and whether she is true..
of course she is;
of course..right?
in the One
who moves the train,
"trust"
as he streaks, hesitantly,
across half the globe:
high-flyer,
over-achiever,
burden on his shoulder
carrying the family's hope;
undeserving
medic student;
coping with the
intermittent abdominal pain
of pent up wind on a ride 16 hour;
contemplating the
intermittent emotional pain
of pent up feelings on a ride 1 year.
in the One
who removes the pain,
"trust"
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Work of non-fiction.
