I Carried Her Forth

I was three hours late.

Realized what was my fate

For the people on those red tiles

Are gonna speak a hell lot of lines.

I saw a guy, around twenty

Had a red portmanteau

His parents were bidding him goodbye

When left I.

I had a long journey

But his was far shorter than me.

There was a girl around five

Sitting just beside me

On the blue-covered seat

Questioning her parents,

On every random thing that crossed

Her curious eyesight.

She had no sense of humor

Yet she made a smile pass

Through the lips of all travelers.

That guy had a history of bad decisions

And this was a consequence

Of one more such decision. 

Why the hell had he came here?

To experience what is it-

A hundred and forty speed gust of wind?

Or crying noises in the cyclonic brutality?

Nonetheless, he had to return in a couple of days.

To the place where he should have stayed.

The lunch arrived at three

The time when all go for a nap!

We had lunch

But she smirked throughout

Carefree of the life given

Ignorant of the worries

At this tender age

Enjoyed the cool breeze.

The train halted

I had to step out.

I made new friends,

Had new memories to live on.

But I missed her,

And I carried her forth.