Life seems like a slow train
Travel in a rainy night
Tracks are blurring
Coils like a lazy serpent
The driver looks stony
Bored from the hectic run
Lonely stations
With a few passengers
Gazing the train as
Shadows from the past
Life goes chugging in the
Beaten tracks
Blurring lights and
Willowing smokes
Wilt like darkened clouds
Train stops in stations
Wet by drizzling rains
Shining in dim yellow lights
Dimmed by rainy winds
Distant lightning flicker
On the window panes
Like flashing hopes
On an empty life.

Someone comes and
Someone goes
Nothing makes difference
To this weary train
No one knows where goes
It traverses empty fields
And ghostly plains
Desolate Mountains
And hollow tunnels
Sometimes fast
Sometimes slow
Whistles and cries as it goes
With a rush takes it life
And wear its soul
Sounds of train and rain,
sing me sharp lullabies;
And God's own darkness
Shall close mine eyes;
And I will sleep, with all things bleat,
In the -shadow of natural rest.
Dream and hope
To see a brighter tomorrow.