Sitting in the cosy, comfortable seat of
the train,
Silent observation takes me back to
years and past;,
I recall a lady , jovial and all the time in endearing talk,
with a peculiar hat, she talks endless , a good company
for all in the compartment; wintry chill does not seem
to impact, yet a confounding puzzle in
her demeanor;
a man entering on the list of talk
looks
drunk, his dress a mix of want
yet, mingling with the go getter,
philosopher
and friend on the upper hand
with a move and motive to keep people
all the time engaged; prays for better
times
when all sundry and mean will get vanished;
a newcomer is she with a smile, endearing
all
hello on her lips, with a look outside window,
trees
and lampposts and cattle graze
all
passing by in a quick move and taking
to
a strange world all when train
passes on,
you and me are only stay with intropection;
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