his feet cold, weary of walking,
Weakened heart and a lonely soul,
sunken face and a threatened phase
comes to catch the train that gave
unrealised dreams and fame.
Noisy Station, but no one around
is this the station where memories abound?
similar faces of unknown heads,
A hard day today now fades...
The last train is yet to come,
It's already left, go home, say some.
another day, come early and you will see,
thousand heads trying to flee.
Sun will rise and so, will the train,
Wait for tomorrow and forget the pain,
For he who walks on an untrodden lane
never dies a life so mundane.
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