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THE STATION OF BLISS AND PEACE OF MIND
This world is like a train
And we are like passengers
With each having a ticket
To our destined destinations.
Some of us travel first class
In air-conditioned compartments,
Some cannot afford such luxury
And share the second class.
And there are even those too
Who cannot even find a seat
Yet they are fine -- don't complain
About anything -- dust or heat.
So many pretty faces smile
As the train keeps chugging on
And so many just bide the while
Lost in dreams their eyes forlorn.
The train stops at good stations
And sometimes at not so good
Sometimes it stops on the track
At unknown, strange locations.
We meet people on the train
And some talk of aches and pain
Others laugh and sing love songs
While a few think this is all in vain.
For some the train ride is long
Right to the end -- the final stop
For some it is racy and fast
They too have to come along.
Even I am travelling on the train
My compartment -- the most special
For I have you as my companion
To relieve me of stress and strain.
You and I are the lucky ones
To have met each other on the train
Our eyes revealing in first glance
That our lives still have an aim.
Now knowing we are two of a kind
With hearts joined in a loving bond
We know where to disembark
The station of bliss and peace of mind.
