The Train Journey

 The Train Journey






Every morning, when I get on the train,

It’s bustling and full of energy.

There are young students like me,

Studying for our exams,

Trying to force in the syllabus at the last moment.

There are IT professionals working on their laptops,

And attending a conference amidst the hustle.

There are professors correcting papers,

And doctors making important phone calls.

A few listen to music on their earphones,

Which prevents them from nodding off, after a long, sleepless night.

So many people from different walks of life,

We see each other every morning at the same time,

We don’t know each other, we’ve never talked,

Yet, we’re all strangely united in the train journey.

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