#PassingStrangers
The station was milling
with people of all description
as if all wanted to travel in
the same train , to the same destination.
Huffing and puffing
with the humidity killing
I walked along aimlessly
for the search of a bench
or even a flat surface would do
I thought , as
in perspiration I was drenched.
At the far end , in a corner
was a...