A train journey is the journey of life. The journey of life has a destination, waiting.
‘Whereto’ In semblance a chain, Is moving the train, With its inside clustered, Leaving many bewildered.
The crust so irregular and heavy, Craggy, fumy and snowy, The time changed, To moments engrained.
The zigzag move thrilling, With the hillocks retreating, The gliding move flitting, To challenge the one arriving, The death of time behind, The birth of time forward, Whereto does the rhythm go? No one does really know.
Usha Raman.
