I looked at the indicator
Which informed me that my train
Was due in two minutes
I opened my phone
To check and reply
To some messages
I heard some women screaming
I turned in their direction
And saw a man lying on the tracks
He was motionless
Barely an expression
On his face
It was hard to tell whether
The man intended to be there
Or if he had fallen over
A few men jumped down
And pulled him up
Safely upon the platform
The officials
And then the train
Arrived presently
A life was saved
In front of my eyes
By a few good men
A little crowd had gathered on the scene
None of them had their phones out
To record the incident
On Finchley Road
Frank Solanki 
I recall Finchley Road well. Went by it often on the way to High Barnet on the Northern Line. A frequent trip to my cousins when I stayed in London. That’s a poem in itself.
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I’m sure it is 😇
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At least his life was saved!Maybe no one filmed it. Beautifully written story! 👌
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Thank you, Priti
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☺️🙏
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People immediatly pull their phones out. I would be shocked.
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That this man was saved is miraculous.
Thank you for sharing ☺
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Some intense action there.
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That was intense. Thankful for the brave ones who got him off the tracks.
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😇🖐
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My heart was pounding in hopes that the man would be saved
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He was saved, by a few heroes not wearing capes
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Hey Man, Thanks for the first like tho
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You’re welcome 👍
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Btw you write poems tho??
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Yep
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Incredible in this day and age that nobody was filming it. An accident happened in the town where I used to live, and people’s first thoughts were to get their phones out. Unbelievable.
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Times have changed and so have people
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Everyone wants to be a witness until they are a witness of their own ignorance.
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