A boy of ***** pants  and  shirt
What his eyes longs I know not
But thoughts in mind strained  a lot
As knots of soul he  stretches  great.

Here comes my train along the track one
Passengers  swam as  bees with  queen
To get in sweat  to sit and sleep
Beside  a window  side to peep.

The bleary  eyed  again  before me sat
As  train onward on rail then creaked
That boy  with little drum  up stood
And sang  ; stretching hands for food.

In next compartment children proud
And throw packs of bread out  so rude
Infants from  tracks empty picked up
And put in bag  to eat them up.

The   rails to lead  terminal  same
As  started from starting point  same
My soul and  souls  in creatures cells
Inert but moves all  heavens and hells

We rich or poor born  with  pain know
The hearth  and fire partially  grow.
The Sun in day , the Moon in night
On all they rain Divine profit  .