Page 72 - Keralite Magazine _2020
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KERALITE APRIL 20 20 35
New York City
Subway
In my sleep, I see you at midnight after your shift,
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
Abdul Punnayurkulam The silence weaves a fearful feeling…
Somewhere, deep in the tunnel a narrow light
�lashes on the rails as if it were silver snake
The train gently stops…
As the train stops at each station, it becomes empty…
Now you are alone!
A group of punks enter the train with loud music
Their fearful red eyes talking dirty words;
their breath diffusing smell of spirit
They are dressed with golden ornaments
like ancient roman soldiers
In my restless sleep, I feel your heart beating faster…
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 was reciting the rosary too.
