The train I traveled,
At early dawn,
Late not often,
And takes its ride,
At usual hour.
How can I believe my eyes,
Such a load from all four corners?
Struggling for a seat,
As they get in.
What a shame, the so-called Gentle-men,
Rarely a chance give for a lady.
Many closing their eyes seated,
As if in deep slumber,
Doesn’t it flash my memory back,
To a sleeping car in distant trains?
The silly talks of noisy gangs,
And the giggles never ending,
Would never ever be giving,
A rest to my ears.
A smiling face hardly I find,
No exchange of friendly words,
Make me think of their hectic life,
Or I know it not
If it’s the real agony of ‘Train Journey’?
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