A Train Journey …… Poem by Abhishek Singh

The journey chugs off with the Engine's iconic whistle,
The train then heavy heartedly leaves behind the platform's hustle & jostle.

The rhythmic sound of tracks & the mesmerizing smell of air serves as a refresher,
With the serpent not just connecting two points on the map but different cultures.

Every station en-route brings onboard exciting individuals & local delicacy,
While the person adjacent to the window continues to flaunt in an air of supremacy.

The TTE scrambles across to color up his sheets, with a detective sight,
While the waitlisted passengers turn him as the center of attention, as on his wedding night.

Through their innovative jingles, you get greeted by the ubiquitous Tea seller,
But the first sip makes you ponder whether India really is Milk & Sugar's leading producer?

The vendor marketing his tea as worse amongst the worst is unexpectedly the best seller,
It gives us an answer to how tainted politicians often turn up as excellent vote grosser.

Some people are always busy discussing if the train can make up for the lost time?
While some keep on munching food from their magic box until the clock turns nine.

Every journey here is itself an experience for both the opulent & simple,
With the Indian Railways humbly bringing closer, a nation of over a billion people.