Homeward.....

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...