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The New York City Subway (Poem: Abdul Punnayurkulam)

Published on 29 October, 2021
The New York City Subway (Poem: Abdul Punnayurkulam)
In my sleep, I see you at midnight, impatiently
waiting for the train at the subway station
A shivering cold breeze whispers in your ears and nose

The platform is almost empty and silent
The silence weaves a fearful feeling…
Somewhere, deep in the tunnel
narrow light flashes on the rails
as if it were silver snakes
The train gently stops…

As the train stops at each station, it becomes empty…
Now you are alone in the compartment!

A group of punks enter the train with loud music
Their red-arrow eyes talking dirty words;
their breath diffusing smell of spirit
They dressed with golden ornaments
like ancient Roman soldiers

In my restless sleep, I feel your heart beating faster than the train…
You slowly close your eyes and start reciting the rosary

For a moment, you feel a piece of quietness…
You gently open your eyes; the rowdies are all gone!

Miles away, someone also was reciting the rosary beads.    
 

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Jyothylakshmy Nambiar 2021-10-31 17:15:42
We see an anxious and caring lover in this poem that may be the poet himself. He has touched a real-life situation familiar to residents of New York. The subway ride in odd hours and its threat is very succinctly described. The emphasis is given to the power of Almighty who comes to those who call Him for help. Congratulations and best wishes to you Sir.
മലയാളത്തില്‍ ടൈപ്പ് ചെയ്യാന്‍ ഇവിടെ ക്ലിക്ക് ചെയ്യുക