The Writer’s Flight

Seeing life as a long train journey- Through the windows drinking in the passing highway scene of cars In the night sky we come across the glittering stars; On the hillside the cattle is grazing, from a power plant where some smoke is raising; and row upon row of maize and wheat, of mountains and valleys where sunshine is sweet; and city skylines and village huts, But we are lost in our ifs and buts! We are unmindful of these beautiful sights, we ignore the passing scenes full of gaiety and delight; For uppermost in our minds is the destination, unfortunately its now every man's infatuation. Its now each human being who says, that win I win the car race; or when i have my own house, when i have a good spouse; when i retire, i shall live happily ever after, when i get admission there would only be laughter and laughter And when the wonderful dreams come true, the pieces of life like a jigsaw puzzle will together screw. But sooner or later we realise that there's no station,