A long departure.

The long departure.

The train is waiting to depart.
He is standing on the door
and his better half on the station floor.

The Soldier with his uniform
and a rucksack on his shoulder.
His darling is standing near.

His stern face is wan.
Lips are parted with pale smiles.
Leaving his wife he is going many miles .

He is talking with low voice.
Sometimes he is  whispering
but she is whimpering and crying.

His eyes are soft.
Her eyes are brimmed with tears.
One is clapsing other hand with fingers.

Every minute is precious for them.
Suddenly there is a whistle of train.
The face of her is convulsed with pain.

At first she is pacing slowly with train,
only to keep hold his hand,
as he is going a distant land.

Then the train is taking its speed.
The hands are seperating,
and the train is departing.