Departed Trains | Day 01

A sun-burnt hawker
strides down the dozing platform.
A wicker basket over his head,
balanced on a cloth-bun.
The corrugated station roof,
old and season beaten,
throws on the concrete a tattered shade.
Potholes of light shining at his feet,
as he glides through the hot daylight shadows
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(Full poem in caption)

- Sobhan