Passenger.....

I boarded the amusing crowded train. Traveling thru unknown path With full of ups and downs. With a peculiar conditions Ticket for life long.. It will take me to my destination But if I get down I cannot get in back. I boarded with a little cute bag Which was as light and little as I was then. By the next station My bag was full of knowledge ready to squeeze me. Competition added it more. Train continued moving By the next station My Bag was filled with Lucrative job, high salary, Further Family, social status. Together with heavy work load Added to my bag. Train kept on passing from station to another. Just a stop before my destination I felt I Was less burdened.. So light I felt after many years I got retired almost free from any burden. Now I realised the bag has worn out And cannot carry any burden Except of self.. Handle got worn out So few load was put in it Like me a feeble passenger With stick on one hand Sick, travelling all alone Waiting for my destination to arrive. My eyes were searching for my station My Heart beating fast. Train went on moving............. ©ALL RIGHTS RESERVED BY GEETHA JAYAKUMAR 2014 © 2014. Geetha Jayakumar.