Someone Somewhere... Poem by Nazrul Islam

Waiting in a metro
Amidst clamorous chaos
Noticed
Peddlers toddling over puddles
Weighed down by sacks and bags and packs...
Rushed past with mind ahead

Do I know where they go?
Think a tick
Thought
Goal is somewhere else
Not marked on forehead
And if there be, dissolved in sweat and sudor

Remembrance, the guiding force
Brighter than a lighthouse
Faints and vagues too are driving away
Towards someone
Somewhere...