The honks and electronic beeps,
'Platform number 1',
And the rush on their faces,
A sad mother,
Moving away from her one,
With their bags and laughs,
And the ticking buttons,
They're in this parallel world,
All together,
They're all waiting,
All aboard and I'm still waiting,
Watch them walk,
Hand in hand, and in herds,
They all move to different places,
I stand here and watch them all,
From the eye of a writer,
I can see their emotions,
Like the world goes silent,
When I look at you,
And you, and you too..
A girls with her dad,
With flower for her grave,
The tears of her mother,
She misses her beautiful voice,
From here,
'Platform number 7'
All aboard and she moves,
I sit here and watch her heart weep,
From this eye,
The eye of a writer.
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