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UKArchive ID: 6473THE MORNING TRAIN 1947(Fond memories of Vallathol, my grand uncle) by chrisk
Originally published on May 14, 2004 in Poetry

This was lost some where in the system.I had originally submitted this piece some six months ago! I can't find the original manuscript either.So I am re writing this from memory (sketchy,as a very long time ago!)
. It does not rhyme, as i don't know how to.




chrisk






MORNING TRAIN 1947

(Fond memories of Vallathol, my grand uncle)



The train comes in

People start boarding

The guard waves the green flag

As the sun rises one more yard

Above the horizon.



On the station's only bench

A man is lying

In tattered clothes.

Looking like an abandoned mannequin

Dying of starvation

No one sees him.

In a poor country,

No one cares when you die.



Hey people, forgive me,

I've got to be on that train!








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UKArchive ID: 6473
Archived comments for THE MORNING TRAIN 1947(Fond memories of Vallathol, my grand uncle)
richa on 2004-05-14 03:37:47
Re: THE MORNING TRAIN 1947(Fond memories of Vallathol, my grand uncle)
I really like this one. It never ceases to amaze me how we've just stopped caring. The last two line are very powerful.

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Gerry on 2004-05-14 14:50:11
Re: THE MORNING TRAIN 1947(Fond memories of Vallathol, my grand uncle)
I remember clearly the horrors of this period across the World. You did it well.

Gerry.

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Skeeter on 2004-05-15 09:22:45
Re: THE MORNING TRAIN 1947(Fond memories of Vallathol, my grand uncle)
Wow! I like this too, says such a lot. the absence of rhyme doesn't matter. Actually, few people do it mow anyway. You have said in these few words a great deal about the human situation, how under duress things change, values change, and sometimes humanity lets go of its ideals. But it doesn;t let go forever.......

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ritawrites on 2004-05-15 11:43:34
Re: THE MORNING TRAIN 1947(Fond memories of Vallathol, my grand uncle)
i've read this before of course chrisk -- and i liked it -- though i doubted how a ten yearold could write with such asuteness (i was told it was written when you were ten or thereabouts by someone, i forget who now) about poverty. i remember i told him and repeated in my first journal entry out here that at ten though i was confronted with the same sights and experiences was largely oblivious, caught up in my own insulated and privileged childhood world. but nevertheless, a strong poem chrisk -- and i never bother about rhyming -- poetry is not about that i feel --

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ritawrites on 2004-05-15 14:17:38
Re: THE MORNING TRAIN 1947(Fond memories of Vallathol, my grand uncle)
in that case chrisk -- great poem! (i know malayalam is the language of kerala chrisk, c'mon i am an indian!) --

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chrisk on 2004-05-19 18:57:31
Re: THE MORNING TRAIN 1947(Fond memories of Vallathol, my grand uncle)
Hi Skeeter
Thank u so much for those comments. Its still out there, the misery, the poverty and complete disregard by many.
Chris

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chrisk on 2004-05-19 18:59:14
Re: THE MORNING TRAIN 1947(Fond memories of Vallathol, my grand uncle)
Hi Gerry
Thanx a lot for ur comments. Its still out there in some places.
Chris

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chrisk on 2004-05-19 19:05:26
Re: THE MORNING TRAIN 1947(Fond memories of Vallathol, my grand uncle)
Hi Richa
How r u, long time. Thank u very much for ur comments. I remember it as though it was yesterday. some of us still don't care.
Regards
Chris

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Texasgreg on 20-07-2012
THE MORNING TRAIN 1947(Fond memories of Vallathol, my grand uncle)
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Chris,
Took a look-see at a couple of your poems and had to stop to comment on this one. The brevity of the poem its self tells me that either you couldn't or wouldn't linger. By looking at the other submittals you've made, I've surmised that you both couldn't and wouldn't. In short verse, you have described something that you have seen often and though you feel that you must say so, you cannot bear to elaborate. I feel that comes through in your last line. To me, good poetry stimulates the mind and moves the heart; therefore, this is good poetry.

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Greg 🙂



Author's Reply:
Thank you Greg. You are right. Even with short stories, I tend to make a quick exit!
A local News paper guy, when reviewing my book, commented that some of my stories leave the readers high and dry! Think I have a very limited vocabulary!