IN THE MOVING TRAIN

Among a silent crowd

A midst a million thought

On a dark morn

I saw a ray.

A ray of hope

A spark of joy

A drop of tear

Fell from my eye.

I know not why

Why should I cry

A journey to end

A new one to begin.

The nature plays 

A salient game

It flies to run

Eyes run to fly.

A help from sky

Winds tear the fragile fabric

Sun peeps the cloud

A call from the world.

Little thoughts of past

Few future plans

Bricks the present

Builds up a poetry.