The train is running <br />Through the fields, the forests, and the deserts… <br />So close to the earth and yet, <br />An intrinsic part of the society— <br />Full of people with all sorts of shades <br />Of character, uttering words that could <br />Mean nothing, and yet everything… <br /> <br />The train is running <br />Through the fields, the forests, and the deserts… <br />So close to the earth, <br />Giving me such a frightening sense <br />Of having a home and yet, <br />Being so homeless; <br />Of having a destination and yet, <br />Being so displaced; <br />Of being among so many people <br />Laughing, singing, joking, and dancing and <br />Yet, not knowing whom to trust <br />And whom not to, <br />Whom to believe <br />And whom not to.<br /><br />Jasbir Chatterjee<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-train/
