Racing down train tracks, listening to the clackity clack
across the miles, being soothed by it's steady rhythm, it
is like a prayer being prayed.
Silence fills the berth through miles of landscapes filled
with people and poverty, no enlightenment happening because
having nothing takes away the hope of living.
Never having a life filled with joy, leaving only a non-
existence in it's wake, hopelessness waving as I pass by,
not able to help for I also have nothing yet.
Wanting one day to make a difference in the lives of many
here in India.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem