Passenger..... Poem by Geetha Jayakumar

I boarded the amusing crowded train.
Traveling thru unknown path
With full of ups and downs.
With a peculiar conditions
Ticket for life long..
It will take me to my destination
But if I get down I cannot get in back.

I boarded with a little cute bag
Which was as light and little as I was then.

By the next station
My bag was full of knowledge ready to squeeze me.
Competition added it more.

Train continued moving
By the next station
My Bag was filled with
Lucrative job, high salary,
Further
Family, social status.
Together with heavy work load
Added to my bag.

Train kept on passing from station to another.

Just a stop before my destination
I felt I Was less burdened..
So light I felt after many years
I got retired almost free from any burden.

Now I realised the bag has worn out
And cannot carry any burden
Except of self..
Handle got worn out
So few load was put in it
Like me a feeble passenger
With stick on one hand
Sick, travelling all alone
Waiting for my destination to arrive.

My eyes were searching for my station
My Heart beating fast.
Train went on moving.............

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Geetha Jayakumar.