The train to wait for

THE TRAIN TO WAIT FOR.

" There goes a train that bring me to happiness,
As I hurry downstairs to street and to the rails ;
With my heart thumping out of its limits,
I gracefully wave my hands to commuters;
And may be to some of my bygone friends,
Back in my mind, I charily count the bogies;
One by one till the train ends,
And runs out of my prospect and horizons;
I then look to my left over again,
To see if I have to linger for the next train;
My eyes go small at the floating tracks,
In that summer warmth and mirages;
Beads of sweat roll down as I stand,
Little did I know that time is not all sand;
But the patience we have in us and;
That makes the tangible mark in the end.
Grown up, I now wait for the train,
That will take me away from the pain;
To those distant lands of uncertain,
Fertile with sunshine and rain;
All I wish is to find those boys,
Like me who wave their hands;
Expecting nothing in return but smiles,
I am waiting to reply them, to concrete their hopes.”

-Aroon Che