Waiting For Trains

Waiting for trains used to be our great fun, And added much joys for us cute children; One hour, they announced, hours long continued, With games after games, our wits got renewed...! Hours prolonged; games, like us, got very tired, We felt as though, by journey, we were hired; No waiting rooms; no least village lounges; We slept on platforms and did much scrounge...! Whenever we could hear a long whistle, Our hairs stood puzzled like hare hairs bristle; No time to know time as sleep got brim-filled, Travelling by dream-trains, we got well-thrilled...! When 'Khaki-clad' woke us up frequently, We kept squeezing our eyes not so gently; We were like toys of china, they did feel, Our life-trains, to them, we did not conceal...! When, ultimately, the train did arrive, Elders woke us; our spirits could not thrive; Sleep, seemed our gloriously gifted gift, Not to be lost for mere train benefit...! We woke, in the morning; alas, did find, For sleeping there long, we're heavily fined; Our voyage, as started, seemed did not end, Trains of travels, yet, in mind, did get blend...! 16 March 2022