The Railway Track Changer Poem by Swapan Deep Singh

Standing beside the parallel lines,
I wait for the red to turn green;
And hold the lever in my hands,
That will direct the train yet not seen.

I feel very powerful at times,
Oh yes! I do.
I decide the direction of the ‘wheel’,
The path of thousands in it.

Sadly though, I am in an illusion,
And so are you.

The train may be ‘your life’,
The track changer may be ‘you’

But alas! You are not powerful.
But alas! I am not powerful.

The same thing that orders me, orders you;
The same thing changes your course, the course of the train.

I may be the track changer,
But someone is my master.

You may be the track hanger,
But destiny is your master.

Life is a train on a railway line,
Parallel and unending,
Attempts to derail are common,
Narrow tracks are numerous

And you will find people like me,
Claiming themselves as your track changers;
Do not believe, do not agree.
Its planned, you should know,
The plan, you will know.

But you are the track changer, remember;
So keep the train moving;
To reach the final destination.

Swapan
August 2009