The train is running
Through the fields, the forests, and the deserts…
So close to the earth and yet,
An intrinsic part of the society—
Full of people with all sorts of shades
Of character, uttering words that could
Mean nothing, and yet everything…
The train is running
Through the fields, the forests, and the deserts…
So close to the earth,
Giving me such a frightening sense
Of having a home and yet,
Being so homeless;
Of having a destination and yet,
Being so displaced;
Of being among so many people
Laughing, singing, joking, and dancing and
Yet, not knowing whom to trust
And whom not to,
Whom to believe
And whom not to.
Jasbir Chatterjee
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-train/
