With a loud whistle the train started,
Slowly, its haven (station), it parted.
A Journey of quest, a Journey to end in Rest.
Ready to move through odds, fight them with Swords.
I sat on a seat beside the window,
And saw the distant mountains moving slow,
But when I saw the Bushes near,
They hurried away like sparks of Fire.
I see the past, the scenes, the places gone by,
When I sit on the seat in front, the Future is in my Eye.
Smokes from the Engine cover the Future,
When I reach there, they are beautiful creations of Nature.
I sit now watching the Rivers, Mountains and Sky,
And great towns and beautiful villages passing by.
Indeed, life is a beautiful Journey,
Not without Ups and Downs, Days Cloudy and Sunny.
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