In the Train

I sensed

A teardrop, a raindrop

It slid down but was swept away with the motion of the train.

The gentle rocking soothed the crying baby, the tired student,

Hunger had lost its edge

Sorrow’s talons were deadened

but only for a moment

I seized it

That interim between realisation and grief

For when the doors opened again

I would be swallowed by the chasm

That was waiting to decimate

For sadness was many sunrises and sunsets

Lying in wait…


~Supriya Vasishta



  1. Beautifully captured. You have a way with words!

  2. Such depth….as though you have experienced something profound. Well expressed !