The train of time ever runs and runs
Each one is gifted a ride on this train
Visits stations of each day, only once
And past stations, will never come again
In the Train of Time, was born the earth,
As our lone homely orb in cosmos spins
Endeavours flourish, as new time takes birth
In the tracks of lives, its 'time' that reigns
How smoothly it runs, without traction!
We demand halts, but it runs and runs
It will only stop at some future station
And each day and date it visits, only once.
Each ones endowed, with a bag of moments
Some fling the bag, out of the train's window
Few other wise men, they knew what life meant
For later success to reap, now efforts they sow
If some future passenger, writes a poem on me
The beauty of that lyric, its rhythm and rhyme
And how much that poem, shall inspire humanity
Depends on my journey, in this train of lifetime
For at my journey's end, await two flights
Gods welcome those who saw morality
To infernal regions, some others alight
In eons the time-train, goes on till eternity
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