The Train of Time

A Poem by Sagar Patil

The train of time ever runs and runs
Each being's gifted a ride on the train
It visits stations of days, only once
And past stations, shall never come again.

In the Train of Time, was born the earth,
As our lone homely orb in cosmos spins
Endeavors flourish, and new-time takes birth
On the tracks of Life, this "time" then reigns.

How smoothly the train runs, sans traction!
We crave for halts, yet oft we get none,
It'll only stop at some future station
And each day and date it visits, only once.

Each ones endowed, with a bag of moments
Some fling the bag, out of the train's window
Few other wise men, knew what life meant-
For later success to reap, now efforts they sow.

If some future passenger, writes a poem on me
The beauty of that lyric, its rhythm and rhyme
And how that verse, could inspire humanity,
Depends on my journey, in this train of lifetime.

For at my journey's end, await two flights
Gods welcome those who saw morality
To infernal regions, some others alight
In eons the time-train, goes on till eternity.