I used to travel by train <br />Previously too – The travel <br />At night, the distant lights <br />The stars in sky, hopeful dreams <br />The sound of thundering wheels <br />Singing a song to the rhythm <br />Of the beat of the heart of steel <br />The rush of the wind <br />Standing by the door <br />I used to think what means all this <br />The fury and sound, the very travel <br />The people I used to meet or travel with <br />No one has been able to erase the sadness <br />Or ease the pain I feel when traveling <br />I used to feel all alone by the door <br />And life speeding by towards the end. <br />I have enjoyed my travel too <br />In groups with friends now far apart <br />I remember days gone by never to come <br />But, however long the distance <br />I used to stand at least half the time. <br />With you I now sit and enjoy <br />It is no longer a pain <br />Before travel was business <br />Travel was necessary and unavoidable <br />It was an escape sometimes <br />Just the act of traveling – running away <br />But, I always had to come back <br />And face life alone, just alone. <br />Now, you have shown me <br />The other side of travel by train <br />The train is still the train <br />The people, crowd all are the same <br />But yet not the very same, <br />You and I, no one else I see <br />Time, with it all people, the crowd <br />Are frozen in time and none exists <br />Other than just the two of us <br />I myself am in a dream till the end <br />Drinking the air and feeling <br />The breeze and you fill each cell <br />I no longer think, I only wait <br />To feel the brush of your touch <br />And the kiss of the breeze!<br /><br />Angelina Pandian<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-magic-of-the-breeze-32-i-used-to-travel-by-train/
