On just being happy
As such
It is a very small flag station.
Comes immediately after forest
When we go eastward from my town.
This small flag station comes.
A little away from platform
And just adjacent to grilled boundary wall,
There is a bench
With a canopy of a creeper lashed with lavender flowers.
I have seen it
Many a time
From running train.
I dream of it
Many a time
This bench
With a canopy of a creeper lashed with lavender flowers.
On that lonely flag station.
Frozen railway station,
Melted and disappeared rails,
Disconnected from
All contexts, latitudes-longitudes,
All markings and maps–
Like very lonely island
In a boundary less ocean
This only bench
With a canopy of a creeper lashed with lavender flowers.
I want to get down there
The train dose not stop
I shake window rods
I shout for some stranger on the platform
I stamp my foot, desperate
I want to get down on
This platform
Wanted to sit one on that bench
Wanted to breathe deeply
Wanted to feel quietness
A cool, fragrant breeze blows gently
And
A lavender flower
Falls on me..
That’s it….
Only that much of
Happiness.
By Yogesh Vaidya
(2014)
This is a poem originally written in Gujarati ( India) language.
