Purpled hands of brotherhood

We were travelling by train one day,

Don’t know if it was the winds carrying us along or we clinging to it,

If it was Sunlight filling our cabin or we patching a darkness in the summery day,

Or maybe if it was us running with the farms or they chasing us.

But,

We were all together-

All of us,

Differentiated, segregated into different seats based on our incomes,

Me, in the highest class, the migrant who had crossed me, in the lower

But we were together

All of us

We drank the water from the same mineral bottle

Mine a new one, his epochs old.

But we were all together.

One time he tried getting into our compartment

To just let his 3 year old sick one be relieved from the scorching heat

And was brutally discharged

And one time

I almost missed the train on one station

And he lent his hand out to me.

We had seats vacant to accommodate 3 people at least

And they couldn’t even have a place to sit for themselves

Still he lent his hand out to me

To help me in

Not that we didn’t lend our hand out

But to beat him.

We were still together

This time differentiated by levels of contemplation, humanity, love and of course,

Money.

We are all still together, right?

Exchanging the handshake of brotherhood

They doing it with hands full of sweat and cut red bloody hands

And us with our hands dipped in purple blood.