The Train Journey

I love the rocking of the train,

It reminds me, of my mother's lap.

I relate the journey by train.

To Life's states of awake and nap.

We cross stations known and new,

As the gushing wind glides,

We sleep and wake up with a start,

Like mystery that hides.

We know our journey will end,

Still we lie for a sleepy rest,

We know that death will come,

Still try to build our nest.

The train is a risky place,

Still the destination , matters more,

We walk the path of life,

Not knowing the After and Before.

We travel with people, unknown,

Who meet and part way,

As people come and go,

In our lives play.

We carry our luggages in train,

Like baggages of burdens of life,

It has guilt, pain, and sorrow.

It has conflicts and strifes.

We sip a cup of tea ,

To refresh the tiring ride,

We sip the drink of Hope,

In Life , with every stride.

I like the journey by train,

It reminds me of my mother's lap,

I like the journey of life,

The surprises it unwrap.