When it rains here once again I remember the time we clenched hands that monsoon. And we trailed down that railway track on a cloudy noon We weren't alone did you know? In a place unknown to fog and snow The weather had lost its temper The train had been blinded enough to lose track. Who doesn't know it's all a knack! Derailed, they say. Before the next I wish they simply care These are not mere accidents you bare, But testimonies you claim on a paid fare. Indian Railways or any other for that matter I say, When they pass the word 'happy journey' We simply wish it's not our last. When it rains once again here, I remember the time we clenched hands that monsoon. And I wailed down the railway track on that tragic day, I do not understand which side to stake. Or wish for summer once again in my life Or curse the rails, frames and journeys that shatter. Shatter! Solely due to human hands that fell short, short to value the lives that derail.