An Ode To Kaka Hathrasi

What happened man? suddenly stopped the train, 

This is torture, no? Why did it stop once again?

Is there a station in front or behind? Nothing is visible,

Did this disaster have to stop right here? So horrible! 

Drenched in sweat, not in good health, a child too small, 

Due to the heat, child's mother also isn't at ease as well ,

See that bald-headed man, dressed in a vest dirty,

Sitting on a sack, he was enjoying his beedi,

Here's the heat of May , and smoke in addition,

Little baby suffered, with suffocating pain.

Who will dare to interfere, either advise,

His Veerappan like moustache, not seen, wise?

The child's father, a simple villager, lean and thin,

At the corner of a bench, he had sat down.

Wife's voice came from inside the veil,

"Take the child out at least for a while."

Some passengers, by then, got down,

They started walking in the air, open. 

All around barren, no barns of fields,

Not a tea shop nearby, not even a house .

There was probably a crossing to the fore,

A distant cabin was faintly visible thore. 

Just then the news, someone brought ,

A freight train ahead, derailed, in the front. 

You know, this is nothing new; after all, 

Don't we see often in 'Aaj-Tak' channel? 

You see, not every railway minister is 'Shastriji'.

"Retraction of resignation is ok, isn't it Sir-ji?" 

Children wept, and those old dudes slept;

Others? Abusing the railways with 'argot'. 

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