And for want of warmth
I'm wearing a full sleeve shirt
Waiting for a train on the platform
That's late by two minutes
It's late, and the sun has gone down
Beside me is a child eating chocolate
And somewhere out there is a girl
Who's missing me
Or so I hope
Someday I'll return to her, I promised her
Over chicken hot and sour soup
I wish I had smiled while saying goodbye
The train is here, serpentine, with two glowing eyes
That allow it to see, albeit artificially
I wonder when I'll be on a train home
And not getting down at the end of the line
My name means infinite
I was chistened thus because of my mother's love of Tagore
The future is like my name
Infinite
And full of wonder
And so I leave this poem here
As a testament to what I don't know
The Bilge Master
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