The train passed through the tunnels

Filling my senses with void and emptiness

As though darkness signaled the end

It was like holding on to the past and fend

I heard a whisper and felt a breath

From deep inside

That said, "It is no use holding on to life

It is like an avalanche on the terrain

Time will take a toll of what shall remain

Every day need celebration

Filled with fun and jubilation"

This octogenarian was snoring

Defying all behest, ignoring

Smiling he incoherently murmured

I went near almost to his chest

"Lucky birds have seen that light

It's so luminous and so very bright"

He then turned the other side

I felt my pulse twitching inside

I felt sad that I left my home

My little one must be crying alone

I should have reconciled

Compromised and felt glorified

I should have fed my toddler

Been more tolerant, judicious

Painted red and blue on my canvas

The train came to a sudden halt

With lightening speed I ran

Desperate to reach home

Eager to be with my dear ones

Stumbled and fell

I bled like hell

"You have been working hard honey

Drink some tea and don't worry about money

Let me give you a massage

There's news you can't envisage

I will tell you after you finally awake

Life will change after the daybreak!"