Late night, late December

Late night, 

Late December

Late my train, 

So I sat, 

Shivering in cold

Few people on the platform,

Even the food-stalls were closing...

I preferred sitting in open,

On steel welded-caged chairs

Under no roof but shining stars, 

And few flying clouds

Shoe were tied,

Woolen jacket was up till neck

Both hands, 

Joined and contracted between the legs

When I saw a poor man,

Adjusting the torn out woolen blanket to cover his legs

I removed “Coldplay” from ears, when

The man waved something

And it passed deaf

Said, he again,

“Could you hear the whistling sound of cold wind?”

“Yup”, I replied

“I like it”, the old man happily murmured, and

And lied down gazing the vast, vast sky

Soon my shivering went away…

After awhile,

My train arrived