Just found this one written by me on a railway trip nearly a year back. Another example of my love with metaphors –
Through the days and night
Raring the heat of anger
And the rainy kiss of love
Crossing the sadness of barren lands
And the happiness of green fresh lands
No time to stop, no time to enjoy
As it has responsibilities & commitments
Only the occasional unscheduled stop
To cherish the life around, and then
The lonely train moves ahead alone.
The open sky above, and the strength of earth below
Are the only witnesses to all his emotions
The flash of lightning smile at night
The first ray of hope cheering in the morn
The moonlit passions under the dark
And all the sweats he shed throughout the day
All sees them – but none feels, and then
The lonely train moves ahead, Alone!
Who cares where he goes, except
The stations he is destined to reach;
Who cares the scars he gets, given by
The responsibilities he has to carry without a glitch.
Who cares how many rivers he crosses and the miles
Except the men shooting reports and queries;
Who asks about the wheels that squeak, not even
The train that was with him and went away;
The lonely train has to move ahead, Alone!