Through the Pane

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 Alone amid unknown travelers,

I boarded an express train.

Seated nearby me were strangers,

With whom I didn’t share a single word.

I just gazed and gazed,

Not at their face but through the windowpane.

Enjoying the serenity of vales and woods,

And of course the happenings outside.

Through the pane, I could see,

The queue of vehicles waiting the passing train,

Though delayed, happy they were, as they knew

Patience is the companion of wisdom

Through the pane I could see,

A man fishing in a stagnant pond.

Fishes escape yet he tries, as he knew

His duty, duty to serve his family.

Through the pane I could see,

Children playing by the roadside,

Worrying not about the accidents,

‘cos of their ignorance, for ignorance is bliss.

Through the pane I could see,

The rickshaw paddlers, striving so hard,

With sweats, and perspiration,

For they knew hard word is key to success.

And within the train came a beggar,

With both legs lame, and eyes blind,

Yet he challenges to live his life,

Since he knew that life is precious.