The road is never-ending,

But the halts in-between metro-cities,

With their hulking outlines,

Like the view of the setting sun,

Over the bridge, into the horizon,

Are like fragments of abstract thoughts

That accompany the thoughts of survival,

Of the instinct to live,

Being crowded on all sides,

Encroached upon by urban vultures,

Driving over roadkill,

Alongside heartless beings vibrating with life,

Whose thumping hearts breathe life into the metropolis.

These few moments of calm,

With sun’s reflecting rays,

Illuminating and extinguishing the darkness within,

Resurrect us dreary souls,

Blessing us with the sin of hope.