Wednesday, 27 April 2011

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.

6 comments:

  1. The poem has substance and point...Life is precious..I enjoyed it .

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  2. Yup Anu, Life is precious, I intend to depict in the poem, the ways of life,,,

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  3. A good reason - for not sharing a word with strangers has been beautifully depicted in your poem. Enjoyed it.

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  4. Thanks for your comment and thanks for dropping by, Qinza T. :) Keep visiting la.

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  5. awesome...bro......its really really good....u write poems also in such a good substance,,,,,:)

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  6. Trying my best to write the best but its difficult being a man of limited thoughts and ideas. Any way thanks Bro.

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