GloMag GloMagDecember2018 - Page 132

“We are old, Who are we living for? Just want to see the children happy.” Soon they were fast asleep Their innocent faces shone In the dim- lit compartment. Next day, as the train halted, I saw them count again and again, Asking the porter to be careful. The son stood outside On the busy platform I heard him say, “So much luggage! Sacks?! Look at others…” 132