Time Stands Still over Govandi Station
A kite flutters,
On a high tension wire —
Against a stark blue sky.
Beggar and old mother huddle
On Govandi Railway Station —
The dirtiest station in the universe.
He shows her a plastic watch,
Smiles, “See I have time,”
She, old, gnarled, wrinkled,
Looks through beady eyes,
“I have no need for time.”
The kite flutters,
Time stands still over Govandi Station.
(This is something I wrote while waiting for a train on what is probably the dirtiest station in the universe – Govandi.)
J
On a high tension wire —
Against a stark blue sky.
Beggar and old mother huddle
On Govandi Railway Station —
The dirtiest station in the universe.
He shows her a plastic watch,
Smiles, “See I have time,”
She, old, gnarled, wrinkled,
Looks through beady eyes,
“I have no need for time.”
The kite flutters,
Time stands still over Govandi Station.
(This is something I wrote while waiting for a train on what is probably the dirtiest station in the universe – Govandi.)
J
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2 Comments:
Hi John,
nice to see this poem here. Dalip's suggestion on Caferati forun was good one. By removing 'Govandi station' from the title you will make this snapshop a universal one.
cheers :)
Hi Suniti,
Thanks for the suggestion. I will post a re-write soon, hopefully.
Best :)
J
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