THE LAST TRAIN IS NEARLY DUE

INSPIRED BY - A POEM ON THE UNDERGROUND WALL

The empty canvas stretched before him

spanning far as the eye can see

In fisted hand he holds a crayon

and vacillates hesitantly

Linear arrangement or amorphous scrawl

choices in his confused mind

Educated on the prescribed method

on How not to become one of a kind

Mulls he, over this dilemma

righteous Gabriel or lurking Lucifer

Sips he,  on his coffee black

and lets the canvas simmer

Years roll on the canvas remains

untouched monochrome and bare

Time and tide sweep his house

colored rainbows now live there

One day in reflective mood

searching for crayon of singular hue

Startling discovery breaks his reverie

the last train is nearly due