An Odyssey

I once got on a train in India.
Getting on seemed like such a trivia,
But once I was about to embark,
A power so potent came my way
And rammed me away.
By God’s grace or sheer luck,
I know not.
But a grip and footing, I managed to claim.

But alas! What of my claims?
My belongings, claim my hand,
They nearly did.
Awhile it was before I felt my limb.
But I came to know…
The adventure’s just begun.
I entered the empire of grunts and foot.
All on a quest to plant their root.
Though a few blotches I got on my way,
The crowd there was, was surely very gay.
Friends I made in the process.
And finally found a spot in the recess.
Once roots were firmly planted,
The journey thus began.

Indians true to their nature,
Ever hospitable and jovial,
Conversations thus began.
History spoken, mystery revealed and laughter exchanged.
But the ever present enigma and suspiciousness
Looming at large overhead.
Food offered and denied,
Pickpockets renowned,
And a hundred such concerns.
Food so delicious and beneficial I had,
Which paved my pathway
To the grand hospital so well talked of.
A memorable experience
That sure was!
The rustle of bags and papers,
Tickets shown and verified,
The formidable TTE thus walked off.

The night closing in.
Some off to the toilets, to nurture
The nature.
While others settle on their bunks or seats.
I look out the window,
Aaah! So peaceful and serene.
Nature at its best as we pass
An open green mass.
The sweet smell of the grass,
And the night air so typical here.
The iron tinted air,
Blown to your faces through the grills.
A sensation that sure is!
So at peace you are.
Awaiting the mysteries there are.
A smile on your face,
A tug at your heart,
The cool wind on your body and soul.
I lie down on my bunk.
Eyes closed, bags held tight.
A slumber greets me.
When awake again,
Now, that’s another adventure.