Saturday, April 05, 2008
On his knees in the dim light,
Hands together and eyes closed real tight.
He prayed fervently asking God,
To send him a storyteller tonight
So that he may listen to a bedtime story like he used to from dad.
He was sorry that he opted to run away,
In search of love and care
That he missed at home every single day.
Mom was busy with chores and baby bro,
Dad was at work 24x7 or off on some business tour.
He closed his eyes not wanting to wake up the next morning,
underneath a stone bench everyday;
Startled by the siren of an old goods train,
Which huffed, puffed and slowed down completely drained,
After carrying just about everything from a land far away;
Scared by those scarred strangers
who loitered around the platform all day,
He had found refuge at an old stone bench near the television pole,
Cuddled up into an old gunny sack,
He fought the biting cold and monsters that lurked in the night.
Several months had passed but he hadn’t known, or was it years?
Getting back home was something he dreamed but didn’t know the way.
School was a nightmare where he was just another face.
Here he got to see more people and even learn more,
And there was no detention or imposition for not doing homework.
Now he gently opened his eyes, after praying, and slipped into his sack.
Just then a passenger train’s siren went off as it was on its way.
In a distance, by the window he saw a familiar face;
It was his dad, perhaps, on a business trip again.
That very moment he sprang up with a smile and rushed to the speeding train.
Gasping and panting he ran with his weak legs,
Trying really hard to catch up, he never took his eyes off the train.
Somehow he ran next to the window and even the train sped.
Both exchanged glances and as he looked up and called out ‘DAD!!’
The siren went off again without letting his dad hear what he said.
Messed up hair, greasy face and mucky clothes,
Disguised him completely and little did his father recognize.
Reaching for some coins in the wallet, father tossed alms at his side.
The son stopped abruptly as he was taken aback on his twisted fate.
The father, clueless, bitterly cried looking at his son’s old picture in the wallet.