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 $@$