On the Leaving Train

When the mama doesn't cry She smiles and kisses her child goodbye, I see the tears behind her eyes, Sparkling like sunshine: "Baby..come back soon" She says, But her baby was gone. Baby Jane had left the world Hung like the mobile above her cot, As her mama stood beside She soaked in the scent of freedom.. The bars of the window that separated them Spilled assurance from the vacuum That dwelt within her gullible mind: Mama smiled again.. "Bye my Baby, Be good my child Homely charms call me... Back to my village I shall return, Before the clouds go wild.." She waved her hand by the turn, And Baby Jane was happy.. The eyes she had, had the curious gait Wandered deep and innocence, bait The dabblers that didn't notice Had died her living death. Rosy cheeks and sultry hair Doe-eyed beauty, thorough fair.. The novelties of charm for her Had been mere indulgence of ardor, She saw the dads and the mums, The beggars with their deceptions, Families with happiness strewn Like flowers on Heaven's doors.. Lone warriors with baggage demeaning The pursuit of happiness, She wondered if her quest for life Had been an oblivion.. Nirvana had led her to.. Baby Jane looked by the turn, Strangers fluttered like wild butterflies... The waving hand was just a vision She sat quietly by the window, On the leaving train.