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 he...