THE TRAIN

              This train comes always slow

              But goes very fast,

              Have many destinations,

              But never stops for a moment,

              No guard, no signals

              Red and green has nothing to do

              Easy to predict its arrival

              Nothing can say about the end.

              Never obeys orders,

              For keeping a time schedule,

              It comes from very farther

              Going towards unknown future

              Who will be a way farer?

              The destiny makes it clear.

              Comforts of the journey,

              The works decide it well.

              Anyone will be on board,

              At any time from anywhere

              It is not on one’s wish

              It is the driver who decide

              While looking out beyond time

              One may feel three phases of time,

              The events with which he attached

              Determines always the results

              May have permission to play a game,

              May be honoured with a reward,

              One may feel as in heaven or hell,

              Depending how the rules he obeyed

              To get a seat of contentment,

              One should have some blessings,

              Love and patience value for this,

              Have it by a pure mind.