This is a story of someone who didn’t choose his destination, but destiny did it for him. While there, he didn’t know for how long or what would be awaiting him.
Standing all alone
On the railway platform,
Heading south, east or north
He does not actually know!
Weary of his long run
Sat on a bench facing the sun
Wondering which path to take
And what would be his fate!
Then a whisper in the brain
“jump in the next train,
And you’ll never complain;
It’ll take you to green plains”.
Not knowing what life has in store
He complied without a second thought.
The train was number eighty two
And to the unknown it flew.
Dazzled by the events
He couldn’t tell the time he spent
Before he reached the promised land.
"Here I am, I wonder where!"“Baths”, says the sign over there!
“That’s your first destination”,
Said the voice in assertion,
“Yet, by no means the last,
So go and build on your past”.
Wandering lonely as a cloud
But feeling somehow proud,
To set foot on his journey paths
In this place called “Baths”.
Standing on his stage with no fears,
Marveled, his audience were all ears.
Among them he noticed with a sigh
A shy admiring brown eye...
Was it the end, or else the start?
In fact it was, alas, time to part!
leaving behind a lifetime precious print
At which no soul could hint.
“And now” said he”, what am I to do? “
The same old voice resumed
“you’ll always be on the go, son
Go, err in all directions
Till you get hold of the sun.”