Train

Thank you for being kind.

Thank you for being considerate.

I know it wont last, but those wonderful time we had together are not to be forgotten.

This path we came across,

Perhaps it was meant to be that way.

Of being jolly, safe and alive,

Like being in a hostel packed with tired backpackers

On a cold winter's night, when the snow fell outside, 

We share stories, shed some tears, make some laugh

With strangers we regard as a temporary shelter

For some escaped burden and worries

and tommorow will be another moment 

To continue our journey 

For  different destinations.

Thank you for being here,

And  for those stories that have been told

If someday, I can ride the train to Karachi

Where mountains and river of Kyber Range meet,

I will remember and that you have been here, 

Breathing as if I was there,

 in  the bygone era,

With you, I saw this lost, white boy looking

with grey and hazel tinted iris, 

beaming with happiness, smiles on his face

On his way  to see his father

In Karachi

Only if I was there

to witness..

Thank you for being kind

Thank you for the strories.....