A long unknown journey on a
track in a train,
Co passengers are always
around me,
Many get down at each halt
and new get in,
With every stop, stories
are saved and erased,
In my registered memories,
Some reminded me my mom
with their care,
Some recalled my bond with
my dad with their guidance,
Some showered their
flawless love and acted as my sisters,
Some brothers are part of my
serious meaningless arguments,
All together in few tales
there are leads,
Played all roles of everyone,
They started meeting me
from the stop one,
They continued to be with
me all the way,
Then I recollected the conversation
with the God,
She told me she would meet
me in my trip
And stay with me all the
time thereafter,
There she would be called
as friend,
So I called my heroes of
every anecdote as Friends.
I know I’ll get out of this
train at one stop
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