A long poem...hope it doesn't bore every1...please comment b'coz I know this isn't a perfect one... (lines in brackets can be skipped) Take the pains of reading it all the way.. Platform no.11 He's sitting by himself, wishing he was somewhere else, Eventhough he knows, Marriages forbid such tales. He loves someone else now, Its obvious to him, His wife had become a nightmare, And his mistress,a wet dream. So he abused his wife, She was being hurt and cursed, And eventhough she was never wrong, things just got worst, His mistress tricked him, and he couldn't bear the pain. She said she didn't want to ruin a good home. This fool he blames his wife, Not getting his mistress' wisdom. Now he's planning to take her, On a so called vacation, Planning to torture her more, For her,it'll be like knocking on hells door. B'coz he just want to break her, with his own frustration. He thought she was stupid, she knew nothing at all, When he saw her pack her bag, She said,"Darling,I forgive you for all." He said he'd meet her, after work at the railway station, They'd leave from there, For a so called vacation. But its been passed 2 hours, and he's still alone, With an enlightment that has grown. "Darling,I forgive you for all", Now he knows what she meant, When she said that back then, Sunk in a pool of guilt, He sits by himself on platform 11. Wondering if he should sit or Should he leap, As he sees the blinding light Of an aproaching train, This fool who waits on platform 11.