Songs Poem by ANJANDEV ROY

It was a pleasant morning of spring,
I was travelling by a train,
The train compartment was lonely,
Three pious men of different religions came there in different times,
They were singing their religious songs with great reverence,
I was listening to them with great concentration.
Though their languages were alien to me,
I could understand from their solemn tunes and serene attitudes
That all of them were trying to reach the God.