Lost

She had a few more minutes
before the train left;
The train she had to board,
for the travel ahead.

The forecasted rains,
dampening her hopes;
And the traffic on the street,
that had all the roads choked

She was caught on the road
with quite a lot of luggage,
There was no way on foot
she could circumvent the blockade.

She crossed her fingers,
praying for the best.
She could not for long
hide her growing unrest.

This had been one moment
she had waited for so long a time
Diffidence replaced her youthful confidence
which had been so sublime.

She arrived at the station,
wishing for a delayed train,
She remunerated the rickshaw driver,
not waiting for the returned change.

She heard the dreadful sound
of the train blowing its horn.
She tried to push through the crowd
frequently inviting people’s scorn.

Her legs failed to carry her forward;
She heard the deafening noise.
Left stranded, she lost her
normally present poise.