Railway Station Vs. Life

Where it starts and where it ends,

Everywhere is a queue which restrains!

All are busy in their business

Vivid faces makes the difference…

Walking along the railway track,

It is just what- life reflects,

Here is the hectic and

Here is the heck

But life moves on beneath the railway tracks!

The flies and germs

Finds their heaven here,

And the orphan dogs

Barks endless without fear!

Here someone waits for selfless love,

And someone betrays with a second pause!

Hundreds of people comes over here

Some return with happiness

And other re-collect tears..

The one thing for which everyone waits,

Is a whistle that echoes the day…

The smoke and steam are the followers behind,

Which needs no attention

And breaks the silence high!

A railway station reminds of hundred tales

Where rich and poor,

Everyone has to wait!

I noticed some helpless lad,

Greedy from eyes and looking at my bread.

I also noticed some fearless head

Raised above with proud and fakes!

I noticed a shopkeeper

Wearing a mouthful smile,

And also some well-to-do customers

Who apt to propose and buy!

The time I sit in the bench over there

Was very exciting and also generous

I have seen love, hatred and struggle

And the competition to be the first….

I felt the fear, force and risk

And seen the speedy train

Which always leads…

And realised that life is full of speed!

Finally I went off in a silent mode

With lots of emotions and practical thoughts.

A platform reflects the life–

YES

The race of man!

Where is starts and where it ends

Everywhere is a queue that restrains!