I didn’t die that day
But for the stranger who alerted me
Away from the on-coming train
Hurtling towards the back of my 15-year-old frame
I could have died that day
Would have had to miss the rest of the life I lived
Through trials and tribulations
Interspersed with some magical moments
I thanked that nameless spirit
Many times
He who saved me with a shout
But sometimes I cursed him too
But for him I experienced so much agony
The agony was not mine
If only he didn’t save my frame that day
Long ago.
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