Paddington

How will I ever cross path with him?
In which station will I find him
And at which cafe house
Should I search for him?
And if one afternoon with
Few minutes to spare, I
See him aboard my train
Will I get in?
Supposing courage befalls me
Could my eyes trial him
And will these passengers
ascertain his guilt when
I plea –
How could he
Years ago, on the back steps
Of Paddington –
He embraced hell
into my soul

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About Samra

Poet and fundraiser for humanitarian causes. Lives in London
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