The old man’s indolent moments
On the railway platform on a bench
Pass luxuriantly watching
These huge steel centipedes
Pouring out humans from their
Square metallic yawn
And taking away equal amounts
To some near and distant places
After long hours were well fed with dreams
He rises and goes home
Leaving a deep sigh and the shards
Of his hued youthful past
On the unending long floor