Life is a journey
where everything is not in harmony
Sitting patiently in a train
looking out of her window
She wrote a poem
without applying much of her brain
Like a pendulam
dominated by its too & fro motion
people are dominated by their greed per annum
they move in a lined fashion.
Things were not easy for her
amazed she sat there
With many things revolving in her mind
Thinking to get something of her kind.
Stars twinkling in the night sky
with a gap in the centre where the moon lie
Gazing all the constellation forming different pattern
She saw a man carrying lantern.
With each kilometer per hour
She realized she was moving apart
From the city she knew
to the city which belonged to unknown.
Like the movement of clock with a sound of tick tock
thoughts in her mind never came to hault.
With each station passing
Many thoughts in her mind was crossing .
She slowly closed her eyes
and
slept watching the stars.
