LIFE IS A RAILROAD STATION

Inky black sky,

Some dark clouds passed by,

Serpentine track leading to mirage,

Just fate designed camouflage.

 

The track goes for ever and on,

Strewn with stones and prickly thorns

Umpteen bends, ups and downs,

Taking blows and slaps on the crown.

All tracks lead to one destination,

To reach, we have birth reservation,

Life is merely a railroad station,

To final journey we wait for transportation. 

© K. Radhakrishnan