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The Orphan's Joy
My steps faltered
 And my eyes watered
 As I walked into the Station
 The Big Black Engine awaited me
 With its Chimney spouting smoke.
 ‘Hurry, you ‘tardy little boy!
 Or you’ll miss the train’
 Barked my Uncle as he
 Yanked at my arm harshly
 Pulling me away…
 Away from my home town
 Away from my Childhood
 And every memory of my dear Mother,
 Who now resided in the Heavens.
 Watching me , from up above.
 The flowers from our garden
 Were sill clutched between my tiny fingers
 As they reminded me of the
 Fragrance that wafted from her hair. 
 So loving she had been…
 But now it was over,
 And I was being sent away…
 To a School where
 Boys were made strong Men,
 As my Grandpa had said.
 They were harsh, my family
 After Mother departed from us.
 They taunted and teased me as…
 The Motherless or Broken
 And finally decided to abandon me from their sight.
 And just when I was gawking
 At the shining dark metallic Giant
 Droplets of the rain
 Began to descend from the sky
 And fell upon the two of us.
 The droplets felt like miniature teardrops
 As though the Skies itself felt my pain.
 Or maybe it was my Mother…
 ‘Don’t cry, Ma… I’ll be fine, I’m strong!
 Though I miss you much
 And yearn for your warmth
 I shall do what…
 I need to do.’ I called out at the skies.
 And as if It responded,
 The Train gave a shrill cry of excitement
 And spouted huge clouds of White smoke
 As though welcoming my Presence
 Just as mother used to, with incense smoke
 When I used to return at Prayer-time from school.
 And all of a sudden
 My pain was forgotten
 And I revelled in joy at being Accepted after so long.
 I felt as if it were a sign from up above
 For me to join the Train…
 And Move on, leaving behind my Pain

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