In the dawn hour of a moving train
I discovered the green pastures and water patches
Burning colour of the distance plate
All alone to stand in a compartments face
No wonder i am not the first fortune for
The gossips of a lazy crowd
The fountain head of far curve
I wonder the place seems mine....
The time I went to single bed
All the creatures vanished under cover shelters
Some of them pulling the butt
Making unnecessary comments on their devotees thought
I wonder am not the first fortune for
The laugh over a ringing phone
The sudden cry of a sleeping lamb
Snoozing Mother breaks the fun...
They all set to abandon the toilet
To reach the place of grace
Some are cosy and some are lazy
But all hard to leave at the same pace...