Inside the railway station

Voices jostle with flies and bags
On thick porters in red dresses
And worn with holding suitcases
Of stuff weighing down on men.
Bags in revolt against head cloth
Rest like coiled snakes on heads.

Inside the station master’s room
Night is broken by a single lamp.
A voice announced an unknown life
Deciding to call it quits too soon.

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