The long, blue train that sped past
Left me gaping and aghast
As I stood lone on the platform
On that bright Monday morn.
The speed of the train left me praying,
And reminded me of the saying,
"A train on the track is worth two in the yard,"
As sung by many a Bombay bard.
A large congregation gathered beside the tracks,
With full briefcases, luggage and packs,
Which left me chuckling at the thought
Of whether they get on with all that lot.
But yet again, I was proved wrong,
For these people seemed athlete-born!
One lift of the foot,
And one kick of the boot,
They sprang into the moving train,
As they do when it does rain.
Bursting at its seams, the train sped away,
With people safe inside, all merry and gay.
But this train is truly a lifeline,
For all those who race against time.
I smiled as I stood on the platform
On that bright Monday morn.
