Father-mother to see?
The without-ticket passengers
Sitting on the seats
Going
And those with tickets
Standing on feet
And the bogies without light
Even sometimes,
Without water
And none to see
And my boarded train taking,
Taking me
Where,
Where, that I cannot say to you
If,
If I shall be able to reach,
Reach my destination
Or not
An even if alight I from
The train at night at the halt
Will there be snatchers to snatch
Looters to loot my bag and belongings
And run away,
One two four?
Thank God,
I have,
Have reached my station,
Home
Thank you, thank you
For it,
God!