In a hot summer day
I boarded a morning train,
There were many men in the moving train,
Most of them were calm and plain
And with them I moved safely and happily from station to station.
I sat beside the window
And watched the lovely outside receding flow,
As I enjoyed the gentle and soothing breeze coming from the outside,
Soon with ease I slept,
Thereafter I nothing felt,
When I came back to the world of sensation,
I had already crossed my destination.
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