Tunnel

Trains chug, tug and roll Over tracks glistening...

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Athisiyam

Athisiyam!", says a tired voice Breaking the morbid silence Of the sleepy small town rail station. A lone figure, in an old, dirty Perhaps hand-me-down sweater, Moves slowly down the platform. Shattering the immobility Of the queer, unmoving station. His movement reflects burden Of mind and of body. His grey hair and shrill voice fading, … Continue reading Athisiyam