The train came to a halt on a dimly lit platform, as it poured outside

Purposelessly gazing out of the doors, I saw anxious faces

Running, walking and splashing – in all directions

Serenly lounged in my seat, as more passengers boarded

Lost in my thoughts until a sharp knock on my window

Instantly pulled me out, back to the present world

Just like the shriek of an alarm on a Monday morning

A station attendant in a neon jacket pointed

At my newly cut fringe, shielding my rectangular forehead

Her β€˜thumbs up’ sign depicting her absolute nod of approval

I saw her lips curl as I read them

B E A U T I F U L!

Instinctively, my eyes radiated with life

I beamed, bowed and muttered back

T H A N K Y O U!

As the engine ignited and the train moved away

A perfect stranger had made my day

Who I might see again, on a different platform

Till then I fondly hold onto this memory and smile a little more…


15 comments on “Platform 6.”

  1. You write beautifully, I could really visualize the scene. And thank you for following my blog and the like! You are my first! I will do the same for you πŸ™‚

    • Thank you so much! This poem is actually based upon on an incident that happened to me on platform 6 πŸ™‚ xxx

  2. I am so glad you stopped by my blog which led me to this beautiful space. Reading posts like this is making me smile. Loved the description of the scene. Your words flow and it is like watching it in front of my eyes. πŸ™‚

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