the train

 tread the windy path

for it seeks your stillness

saunter over the burning wood

it seeks your precision

and from the window of the train

seek the petrichor

find the dainty fields

grace in your eyes

yet again you are back in the snow

again feet wearing the blinds

steady steady uphill

and with a gush down

yet the feet are firm

the tea seller plods you up

mentally at home

home you made out of love

wearing the affection for the country

yet it's time for the other home

and smiles of the mother

who was kept away for the mother below