A day in the moving train

 

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;