Once in a village far away,
there lived a family of three.
The boy worked during day,
their house near a banyan tree.
He lived with his old mother,
and his sister very small.
As a kid lost his father,
his sister was not like rest of all.
The sun, rain, wind or moon,
didn’t at all stop the boy.
Happy days are nearby soon,
his dreamy eyes filled with joy.
Across roads, field and lake,
he gave news everywhere.
Even before people would wake,
found the news at doorstep there.
One day while he was late,
in hurry took paper from racks.
He unaware, crossed the rail gate,
and was running on the tracks.
Along the route he whistled,
from far, the train did the same.
While crossing, the rails rattled,
ending a life with unknown name.
Even today, the mother weeps,
whose girl is unlike rest of all.
In her heart, the hope she keeps,
till today with every tear fall...
Prasenjit©1997-2012
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