That was a hazy day,
people were rubbing their
hands to get some warmth.
They were running to their
destinations that weren’t
meant for them.
All of them gathered in a metro,
there was one similarity
At that moment, all were travellers,
all had dreams.
Some were going to see their loved ones
some were parting from them.
There were students,
white lab coats, coffin of their dreams.
Yet they were wearing those coats.
There were elder people,
their wrinkled cheeks,
like the steep path,
showed how life was for them.
Their watchful eyes, their silence.
The enigma of their presence,
described their legacy.
There were toddlers, jumping to and fro
in careless joys.
Their definition of life was enriched
with dreams and possibilities.
The metro bus, was moving slowly,
there was an unknown danger,
some fearful thoughts and
some aspirations to be fulfilled.
Yet all of them were running from their selves,
from their dreams.
Every station, brought a chance to return,
to chase the dreams.
But all of them were like metro track,
they were being walked upon
and ruled upon.
man was miserable in the hands of fate.