Twist to Travel

My sister was leaving, an inevitable grief for every brother,

I went to say a warm good-bye to her, obvious was that,

But, I wasn’t willing to do so, not a single bit even.

With each mile to the station, I was crying inside a gallon,

Reaching the destination was never this excruciating.

Alas! What can I do, but, to comply with my duty.

We entered the station, though I was reluctant to do so.

Saw I only a few people, success of my hope was far though.

Nothing more I can expect than the cancellation of the train.

Nature heard my call, it was more than ecstasy of mirth,

It was more than what I called for.

She’s isn’t cancelling her program, but she is postponing her travel,

I’m happy now,

I’m exaggerated now.

– $@$ Anand Shugor $@$