In A Journey Poem by Narayanan Nair. P Perunthanam

A boy of dirty shirt and pants
What his eyes longs I know not
But thoughts in mind strained a lot
As knots of soul he stretches great.

Here comes my train along track one
Passengers swam as bees with queen
To get in sweat to sit and sleep
Besides a window side to peep.

The bleary eyed again before me sat
As train onward on rail then creaked
That boy with little drum up stood
And sang; stretching hands for food.

In next compartment children proud
And throw packs of bread out so rude
Infants from tracks empty picked up
And put in bag to eat them up.

The rails to lead terminal same
As started from starting point same
My soul and souls in creatures cells
Inert but moves all heavens and hells

We rich or poor born with pain know
The hearth and fire partially grow.
The Sun in day, the Moon in night
On all they rain Divine profit.