Diners

Commuting back from work amidst the noise.
I ponder over a nice place to dine.
Some place cozy where I'm spoilt for choice,
somewhere to gossip with a glass of wine.
I look out the window, my train zigzags ,
then pauses as the next station rolls by.
On the platform sits a small girl in rags
clutching old newspaper, handful of fries.
Wide-eyed she waits for her brother to join
who comes running flashing a toothy smile.
Soon they devour what is fetched by a coin,
relishing the meal earned once in a while.
The train rumbles on in the whizzing rains.

My belly grumbles but the hunger wanes.