A foggy day, a misty morning,
A train hustling on the tracks,
Families asleep,
Friends awake and chirping,
The tea hawker managing a way
Across the narrow compartments,
Some towards their destination,
Some going away,
Some far away, some reaching sooner
That's how the journeys began.
The cameras clicked and captured
Some cloud- draped hills
Some rivers shimmering across
A traveler inside you called
"One more time"
The phone buzzed,
"Boss calling" it read.
"Save me" the traveller inside you yelled.

- miss_poetical©