The Saturday Train

The Saturday train Carries people with hope With desire to be home Who have been all week alone At their places of work Tortured by pressures that lurk Savouring improper food Filthy clothes to clean Anxious sleep, restless for home Away from ones they love and care For livelihood’s fare Week after week The cycle repeats Bustling, squabbling For adjustment on reserved seats Soothing commuter’s pain The Saturday train

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