A Paper Ticket

Stationed at the platform
And whistle piercing into the ears
A paper ticket tucked in long
In the micro little jeans pocket
Cried about its nowhere
At once it tossed its head up
Wrinkled and torn
Lent out a voiceless gasp
On identity taken away and smudged
Gave a dozen rolls to the eyes about
They travelled but to nothing
A microphone buzzed in
“Here you belong to;
Come within”.
©jeyforyou

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