Left Alone

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The old railway station in the city stood,

battered and forgotten,

It seemed to be waiting for someone to come,

Or something to happen...

The station wasn't always deserted,

Some came to play,some came for drugs,

But apart from that,nothing else breathed,

Even air seemed to be afraid there.

It hadn't been like this before,

When the city was actually a small town,

When there were people filling up this space,

It was all before the town had grown....

As the town grew up to be a place now everyone knows,

The needs of this adolescent changed,

The loyal station was not needed now,

As the trains won't have a halt there.

A new station,bigger and better,was built,

People welcomed it,and forgot its elder brother,

Which abruptly became empty,like a condemned place,

But still it stood,braving against all weathers...

The trains pass the station,but none stop,

It seems the trains look piteously at the giant,

But the station just stares,it still has hopes,

That someone will come for it,that something will surely happen...

Credits
Image - Alston Station by Wandering Soul
Courtesy - www.deviantart.com via www.blogaton.in

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