Ten years gone, with one train, and one life,
I still remember the days of anonymity,
When the stars appeared from the same window,
The sun smiled from behind the lil hills,
The lil hills that were covered with bright greens,
The bright greens that sprouted on tress, fields & bushes,
I felt the fields called my name,
I felt that the humanity hello-ed me,
My childhood danced to the miracles of this lil window
This lil window that hung to this ever-so-long train,
From where, I could see hay-huts,
Huts, with presence of life,
Huts that flickered in ambered oil lamps,
The amber flashed hope,
The amber that almost expanded in every 10 meters,
The amber that smiled in the entire village.
As each village passed,
I could almost feel a warm eye-contact,
With every amber-filtered hut dwellers,
I was thrilled, and the train’s whistle added to my stature,
My stature of thoughts,
I was thrilled,
I was smiling,
And the window halted,
I knew it was the train,
Well the belief said it was the window,
As if I sailed with the window frame,
There was no other world beyond this window,
This is the same window that acquainted me to hope,
The same window that played me a company,
A company of green-ness,
A company of severeal amber-lit huts,
I was filled, I felt complete.
As I have grown old,
I have seen this thrill and joy breaking,
Letting the bushes pass,
Letting the river flow underneath,
Watching the bleak fields,
I raised my eyes to the sky,
The sky that was hidden,
Hidden with the rubber rim of my window,
The sun that burnt passed the two layers of the same window,
And made me pull the curtain down,
Halt the show that played along ten years,
With the disappearance of anonymous figures all the way long,
The train no more whistles,
Or maybe I can’t hear it no more,
The amber-ness of the huts have turned silver,
It hurts my eyes, it hurts my hope,
Bah, the days have gone, ten years have gone,
Greens and hills have gone,
And the window just throws me back in a reflection!
