The Railway Platform

He was a boy, a little boy

With hungry eyes and stolen joy

With filthy hands and eyes so red

A dusty cloth covered his head

He searched along the dirty aisle

Where leftovers and plastics pile

For crumbles of an eaten bread

Or droplets or a tiny shred

The searching eyes ran up a seat

To find the tidy toddler eat

It was a meal, a normal meal

Really! They say, “so no big deal!!”

With teary eyes and days of dust

The dirty boy with sudden gust

Leaped on the seat to snatch a bite!

A thunderous slap caught on so tight.

Time seemed to stop and vision blurred

“Get off the train! Filthy bastard!”

The scurrying men with eyes of hate

Did push the boy towards the Gate

With helpless eyes and hurting feet

Bloody faced, nothing to eat

With Gentlemen swearing profound

The little boy lay on the ground……

The whistle blew and bogeys drew

And suddenly out of the blue

With searching eyes and steady gaze

The toddler stared back at his face

The baby face and curly hair

Fixed on itself a wise old stare

As if to say “I’m sorry mate”

“It wasn’t me, it was your fate”

He was a boy, a hungry boy

With bloody hands and stolen joy…………