The Shatabdi express was in a hurry. Today. She raced into Bangalore station Five minutes earlier Then she should have! Impatiently waiting till The passengers Waded into her Compartment s, Trying to glide out before time. Hey you can't do that They said. What's the hurry? Got a train to catch? Mildly indulgent, Steam hissed out of her Engines, She replied, Hey I am the train,! You need to catch me! Attitude? The tracks were clear, She flew! Stations whizzed by, As I stared out the Window, The landscape Ever changing, Sped by. Many such journeys We make Comparing life to Trains and roads. The philosophers, The jesters The near-normal people, All see a train journey Differently. It bears resemblance To life For us all At some time Miss trains, Get off at the wrong station, Are on the wrong train, All reflecting The journey of life. Poets and artists Writers and sages Are all travellers? The Shatabdi is not the only impatient one. We all are In the scheme Of things. They made her wait At Basin Bridge, Because she was early Only at the right time Was she allowed into Her platform. Same as in life? I mused. Sulking, She glided into Platform 2. Tomorrow would be An early start! Mirroring life, Another trip, Of another Set of passengers Travelling to their Destinations. Who said Inanimate objects Didn't journey Through life?? #sociogram_creator